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Imago
04:38
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[Intro]
Gimme my invisible paint brush
Tried to make a splash but the visual ain’t much
The digital has enslaved us
Life is just a series of division and break ups
[Verse 1]
Caught up in analysis and measuring
Trying to describe the unreality of everything
Bursting into tears from the years of the worst thing
Lips pursed thin from his peers
What even is another being in this dream
The lines seem to blur at the seams every scene
Carpe diem feels far from a DM
You’re all the same, yet so far from agreeing
To want to breathe in a universe
Another human urge, indeed, who can do it first?
Who can seal all things into one phrase?
Breathe space, speak wind, spit sunrays
I can breathe in some fun ways
Beckon the air to adventure the lung maze
Heir to the throne of it having to make sense
In a growing line of inadequate attempts
[Hook]
The heart shaped hole in your brain
Controlling your pain - that’s all imago
The mother you don’t have
The brother floating off in the past - that’s all imago
The judgment of betters and peers
Heckles and cheers - that’s all imago
Phantasmic decay
The myself after today - that’s all imago
[Bridge]
Whatever is imaginal perpetuates itself
Severing the actual
And while it may be hypnotizing
The signified can’t be signaled in a chain of rhyming
Catch you later, in an insane asylum
While looking for a negation to take a side in
Dance like a daemon in a trance
When they play the siren in the ambulance I’m in
[Verse 2]
Hardcore feeling like a fantasy
Dreams are far more realer than reality
What’s a cure to the trappings of the mind
When the psychic spider lure catch us in a bind?
Defined by our lack of what the other has
But another gag is that there’s nothing to be had
Pointing at nothing screaming: “what is that?”
Boy pick it up, he needs another bag
See the green? There’s money to be had
In selling suffering to the sad on a screen
And you like that abstraction a lot
Even despite bad cracks in the plot
The problem isn’t satisfying desires
It’s even seeing them, you have to light some pyres
We can’t even articulate our chains
While inconceivable beings enslave our brains
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
It took me some growing
To know not to look for my soul in a book or a poem
They’re spectral haunting collective memories
Undead gods from the long dead centuries
I needed some visions to know
Not to see everything as an image alone
Desire is a sword and a whip
And the fire of the Lord, your reward and the Id
In a sinful accord with the order of symbols
Cup runneth over when pouring on impulse
Slurp up the surplus enjoyment, turn up
Anointed my symptoms appointing them purpose
Know your projections, learn thy fears
Many things in this world tend to work like mirrors
Lost in the eyes of the Other
Reflections come in the guise of a lover
[Hook]
The heart shaped hole in your brain
Controlling your pain - that’s all imago
The mother you don’t have
The brother floating off in the past - that’s all imago
The judgment of betters and peers
Heckles and cheers - that’s all imago
Phantasmic decay
The myself past the today - that’s all imago
That’s all imago (x4)
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[Verse 1]
Many summers, yet another
Some like many others, others unlike any other
I was born on a clear day, Summer Wars
You were born into downpours, thunderstorms
I could weather a hundred more fyi
Have a great day, so long, guess I'll die
How we could sleep in the same bed
Yet exist in a different dimension is braindead
I'm heading for the castle on the cliff ahead
Carrying a severed hand dangling a cigarette
Virulent vision, division still in effect
Silly, doing battle with my silhouette
Really, dabble in God in a millisec
And rot in a chapel like Millicent
My heart doesn't have much feeling left
Tranquil, in a way, thankful, feeling blessed
[Bridge]
Feeling less
Healing flesh
Feeling fresh
…
[Verse 2]
Oh remember those somersault days
I could tough it all, not a prob, what a long phase
Remember those fall apart days
I was nothing, all puff and dug all of us our graves
Life so sweet it was sickening
Welcome the nice old demons and bickering
Two peas in a pod
Two fleas on a leaf in a stream being seen by a frog
Got some spice on the plate by the parasites
Fog in the morning, rain by the eventide
Birds of Paradise Lost in my flower bed
Paranoid thoughts raining down from a shower head
Plow ahead, I like the sound of it
Bound to be found dead if I flounder my way out it
Dizzying comfort in motion and change
Busy and hungry my dome to the page
But I over-explain, grabbing a Folgers
Like dragging a boulder and chain
I look up to be poked in the brain
Like keying a car, being soaked in the rain
And behold, a blue sky, totally serene
Nigh close to a eudaimonia machine
And behold, a blue sky, totally serene
Nigh close to a eudaimonia machine
And behold
...
And be held
...
And be well
…
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3. |
Magia
03:03
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[Verse 1]
I was a teenager on the week of my b-day
Couldn’t find the right Adidas from a retailer
Hitting the reload on ebay like it’s beatsaber
Still knowing getting ‘em wouldn’t even be major
The heavens keep their cards to their chest
But when you really get it then it’s hard to forget
Bet, the essence of your being is a gap
Or is it disagreeing and not seeing it as that?
Got sick of being the Sherlock of introspection
Ever since the voices in my head all to do it for me through introjection
My whole library is one big forbidden section
Of occult science, skullduggery and vivisection
I admit it gets a little dreary here and there
Press my ear against a mirror hearing the appearance there
Inferiors in superiors who couldn’t last a day
Superiors in inferiors and crooked castaways
[Verse 2]
Don’t safeguard your lacerated feelings
Past the maze of Baphomet we ascertain the meanings
Contemplation of the concept is how I pass the days
A wizard’s never late nor early when he procrastinates
Amassing plates by the battle station
My muse is trying to unionize and hates my imagination
I live in a state of disdain and fascination
Dismay, adulation, bliss state and agitation
Risque affirmations increase the ego
Since you act as if I’ve never been this oblique tho
I’ll peacock, jog outside your crib with a teacup
Primordial, I’m Tiamat, I’ll make you see God
Just joshin’ ya, here’s a coffee, I’m off to the store
Before it closes, you want anything? If you do - ignored
I make them jaded, turning humans into obelisks
Practical philosophy in unity of opposites
[Verse 3]
Got my kicks, and now that I’m an wizened man
It doesn’t really matter if it is or if it isn’t, man
What? The essence of your being
I don’t know if you were listening or subsisting on codeine
I could diss you, I could chill, I could kiss you, I could kill
And the latter one I often try to visualize for real
This is your appeal to the chaos
Say it with some feel, dawg, say it with some zeal, with some pathos
If I drew the fool and as the cost, lost a fortune
I could chisel at a log and find the philosophorum
Block of wood, not the form, negated into thought alone
Knock on wood, made into a block of could, got reborn
Drop decorum, deep curtsies give me pause
Sometimes I feel you use big words to piss me off
Reading Hegel, wrestling with the essence of ideal
Wake up in an oasis, in the desert of the Real
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[Sin7ven - Verse 1]
Hand squeeze the controller like a lifeline
Only sober in the closure of the night time
He knows he’s being dishonest with himself
Broken promises like the opened bottles on his shelf
A new dive into the virtual mother’s womb
The blue light messiah gonna purge you my brother, soon
Too afraid to live, too afraid to die
Who am I? Who are you? Post a Q&A and lie
They tell him what he wants to hear: nothing more nothing less
Every day he learns to trade something for nothingness
He can amuse if he croons his jolly songs
Anxiety dissolves into booze and polygons
When reality ensues he prolly voms
And laughs from the chat don’t improve the ambiance
Is that the fate of man? Is touching grass more painful than
It is to see your doom in a grain of sand?
[Creepy Susie - Verse 2]
Polygon delusions, give him digital contusions
He keep to himself sip a fifth in the crypt, snoozin’
Need a snip, lookin like Rick Rubin
His skiff must have got a hole, he done lost control of that stick he usin’
Back in 4X his pops hooked his corneas
Ever since the poor g never wanted no more or no less than digital
Fuck the physical, but he caught subliminals
Now he not original, it’s pitiful, and the fifth he pull
Got it from his grams on his moms’ side
Saw it twice, it looked like half life, it was oxidized
Now he flashing all these trophies and accolades
Hitting the packy for a pack of blacks and grandmarnier
It was I, Sleeper and the masked figure he was with
Three of us and one of him, the math’s at my fingertips
Jump in the packy, surround him, come out that jacket you wearing
I’m laughing but ain’t considered all the hours he was playing
He was mastering his reactions, practicing aim
Just blasted my man in his frame and his familiar left in a blaze
One ricocheted and popped bossman in his temple
We just facing off now, boss battle incidental
[Sin7ven - Verse 3]
He forgets though, liquor is combustible
The spilled drinks catch sparks, isn’t that just wonderful?
Flames erupt and he’s blinded by the smoke veil
We storm out the door with the fire on our coattails
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5. |
Lacuna
03:02
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[Verse 1]
I woke up like a crashing car
The wind in my sails like a cat o’ nine tails and it’s lashing hard
Treat life like a passion project?
I’m washing my hands from the ash and cobweb
We try not to eat those Doritos or Cheetos
But the id being a dick supersedes super-egos
(Things happen twice, things happen twice… nice)
…
Things happen twice, first as tragedy, then as farce
Tangled weaving a tapestry of XLRs
Stumbles into a stadium, checks his bars
Expectation is that he’s betraying his exemplars
Thundering in his cranium
About as coherent as a Lacanian, feeling so alien
(Take you back into the mirror stage, oh dear, I’m strange)
…
[Hook]
Biting my teeth, gnash away
While in my dreams procrastinate
What could I ask the nazarene?
Why would I plead?
[Verse 2]
Take you back into the mirror stage,
By wearing imposing mirror shades - posing here in fear of gaze
Wearing all sorts of uncouth and endearing clothing
Not been to Vegas but acquainted with fear and loathing
No drip, it’s been so sick, big fan
Used to worry ‘bout how I might sink into some quicksand
(Now I mostly worry about simple things… I like simple men)
…
Now I mostly worry about simple things like breathing
I complicate it, turn it into whimpering and heaving
If only I could switch like maybe ten percent to cheering
I could hear it every day if I just stored it in an earring
I’m losing all my socks and half my friends are disappearing
Never choosing all my thoughts and all of them are interfering
(Hedgehog’s dilemma but weird.. ya hear?)
…
[Hook]
[Outro]
Hedgehog’s dilemma but weird, like I’m a sea urchin
Imaginary object into person back to mere thing
Imaginary object into person back to mere thing
Imaginary object into person, into object, into…
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[Sin7ven - Verse 1]
Pleasure is the shadow of pain
Oscillate from philosophy to sounding shallow and vain
We’re all engaged in pursuit of it
Whatever that it is, sustained desire for things persons or riches
Images, created by thought
Give desire continuity to keep us in it chasing our want
The duration of thought is the duration of shame
The deja vu embraces you when recreating your pain
You see a sunset, how beautiful it was
When you need to see the same thing again you’re not viewing it as such
The pools turn to sludge and the murals into smudge
A cruel sorta crutch under humans who won’t budge
Repetition in the mind is always made to manifest
Be about your business like an automated masochist
Or live like a tree walking, breathe often
Cling to dear life like seaweed on a deep rock and-
[blackwinterwells - Verse 2]
Where did all the time go?
Memories of your face didn't feel like this before
Chasing an escape, shoulder breaks upon the wall
Then your smile starts to fade, speak the truth like I don't know
And we run it back again
You slide back into my life, say you just want to be friends
And you climb in far too close, wrench my wrists from the controls
Suddenly become disinterested and leave me back alone
The nostalgia will break me
My impulse will open my heart and time takes me
The clock ticking backwards, I know I'm not crazy
But I cling too hard to the horrors that made me me
Over and over again
Like an enso draw circles with pens
My shoulder splits open again
And I succumb to my mess
[Sin7ven - Verse 3]
Continuity removes freedom from the present
When contextualized with time even for a second
Tethers of a memory can keep you in a torpor
Although mortification may lead to even more disorder
If you ever notice what happens when you are focused
You would know this, if you are happy you may be hopeless
It was written with the feather of a peregrine
Thought is the reply of memory and never evergreen
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[Verse 1]
The mind is like a garbage bin
Fill it up enough and push it down it'll bubble up and come barging in
I assure you I'm a friend of yours
But with us humans you're never sure, hence the pregnant pause
Are you hungry? I could prolly eat a stegosaurus
Where you staying at these days? How come you never call us?
Everybody hating smalltalk and loving pizza
I walk off like: "gotta go", like a summoned creature
[Hook]
I walk out the door like I won the lottery
Nothing bothers me, nothing bothers me, honestly
And although I’ll be poor in this darn economy
Nothing bothers me, nothing bothers me, probably
I’ll cough up a storm during a robbery
Nothing bothers me, nothing bothers me, apologies
I’ll cross every norm, do it unconsciously
Nothing bothers me, nothing bothers me, chronically
[Verse 2]
Had a friend in middle school he was the coolest cat
Some people come and go I guess I'm used to that
To quote Possessed: no retreat no surrender
Even if I end up the crew's only member
Right hand rhyming a mural agenda
Cyan, violet, azure and magenta
Hearts break, may them break every way
Yet the art stays, as the aim of the sage
[Hook]
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Psychopompom
03:20
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[Verse 1]
Wake up and gaze the bright pink moon
Spread my wings, your souls still make me swoon
I get chills and I’m filled with a silver
…wind
I’ve been
Opposition to fear, opposition to tears
When a dear is departed my position is clear
Lend an ear to your wails as they disappear
[Hook]
So disenchanted all your life
Dance with a phantom
Called the night
Holding a hand
Abandon spite
Dance with a phantom
Called the night
[Verse 2]
The way gets longer for the lonesome soul
As you wander, how much longer must I go?
May you find who can tell what haunts you so
Oh-wow!
You were bristling with spines
I was listening for signs, you were drifting and scared
I was lifting you high, in the skies all care just isn’t
…there
[Hook]
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9. |
A Weight Was Lifted
03:46
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[Verse 1]
Come take a bite of my life span
In spite of my stance on violence, a pious man
Who munching on the body of Christ
Sleight of hand types come as not a surprise
Even God turned to worm food
Worms into bird food, don't eat the dirt, dude
The dirt's made of worm poop
Stuck on a "would you like me if I was a worm?" loop
Out past Mothman's curfew
Oft damned outcast lost lambs search you
Ask if they're worthy of mercy
Until every clergy is burning their Erdtree
Stir things up, show up to your therapy session like
Yo, I heard things suck?
That's a bummer I can feel it
In the pit of your stomach every time you try conceal it
[Hook]
I can drop it, (x2) I'm good at that, lucky that, but you said to stop it,
Next thing you were begging me for help
It's in the pocket,
Don't be underestimating what I do or knock it
It's the best that I can do without you paying me for profit
[Verse 2]
Dude, you gotta knock it, yeah?
That gaudy attitude you ought to drop it here
I got a pen not a sword from the Lady of the Lake
But it’s maybe all the same, not a tender accord
I foresee fire in the horizon, what a sight to see
Might just seem righteous at the times when I just smite the sea
Dagnabbits and bad habits
You should have took a stab at it with black magick
I tell myself to just abide, temper seldom justified
Felt this ember since September and December just arrived
Barely a feeling, ten percent or just a vibe
Carry me I’m reeling, adventure ended, must have died
Catch me, revive me
Resurrect me supply me, the next beast behind me
Will get me, surprise me, and pet me
Divide me, dissect me, design me
[Hook]
I can drop it, (x2) I'm good at that, lucky that, but you said to stop it,
Next thing you were begging me for help
It's in the pocket,
Don't be underestimating what I do or knock it
It's the best that I can do without you paying me for profit
[Verse 3]
I never been that righteous a man
Not christlike, spiteful, knife in the hand
That’s behind just in case
What I got my sights on bites at my hand, when I just embrace
Adjusting like a python on my trusting face
When they aimed for my heart found a husk in place
What can you do but to feel like a robot
Under the unfeeling heel of an old god
The oldest story never told
They did him wrong, he’ll forgive em for it sevenfold
I like the winds at the peaks, limbs getting cold
I tried them things that that freak Sin Seven told
I had a blast, I became and disappeared again
Couldn’t last but I’ll make it an endearing end
This one goes out to the weirdos and the weary men
But I wager I’ll be here again in a year and then…
[Hook]
Drop it (x2) I'm good at that, lucky that, but you said to stop it,
Next thing you were begging me for help
It's in the pocket,
Don't be underestimating what I do or knock it
It's the best that I can do without you paying me for profit
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