1. |
Automaton
01:57
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Who's this
coming out the vortex?
Coming off the mantle. The cerebral cortex.
Carrying a candle!
"God don't
give you
nothing you can't handle."
(Mama always said a lotta things that seemed random.)
Reaching for an answer,
reach into the cyclone -
pull me out of Kansas!
Drop me on the gold brick!
Piled on the canvas.
Ready for my closeup! Smile for the cameras!
Smile for the phone!
I feel like my inner child is dead and gone.
I feel in a world of endless
blink
blinking
on a screen.
I feel like an automaton.
Pitch black before it's dawn.
Dead things spiral around the sun.
Angels breakdancing on my tongue, like...
wudduyawudduyawudduyawudduyawudduyawant?!?!?!
What's this
coming from the nexus?
Opening the doorway of my solar plexus.
Open up my skull.
God don't give you
windows to the soul
just so you can keep em closed
and pretend you're in control.
We're living in a black hole
in a sea of stars and
swimming like a mackerel.
Chillin in a lawn chair.
Sippin on a Fanta.
Ready for my closeup.
Smile for the cameras.
Smile for the phone.
I feel like my inner child is
dead and gone.
I feel in a world
of endless
blink blinking on a screen.
I feel like an automaton.
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2. |
Southbound
02:36
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Birds fly south for the winter.
And no one's comin outta this a winner.
I ain't cumma cumma cumma cumma cummin home for dinner I ain't cumma cumma cumma cummin home again ever!
Dontcha dontcha wish you NEVER
NEVER MET HER
dontcha dontcha wish you woulda
worn a sweater?
kinda odd bout the weather kinda hard to forget these days
when I'm goin off
goin off script like:
I rip it up.
I toss it out.
I've no idea
what I'm talking about.
I'm in the bush.
Walkabout!
GOD.
(we're talking it out...)
FUCK!
(We're workin it out!)
Dead tree limbs twisting and jerking about.
Baby you're hurting me now shove your desert in my mouth what is your worth to me now everythings hurdlin south.
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Come on. Fill me.
Shove it in deep enough to
KILL ME.
Will I
still be?
(don't be silly)
pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty PLEASE on the surface of my
hands & knees
searching for a purpose
come on baby please, just
tell me that I'm worthless.
come on Baby Jesus
tell me that I'm worth less!
To rip it up.
and toss it out.
I've no idea
what I'm talking about.
I'm in the bush.
Walkabout!
GOD.
(we're talking it out...)
FUCK!
(We're workin it out!)
tossin and jerking about.
Baby you're hurting me now shove your desert in my mouth what is your worth to me now everythings hurdlin south
(tell me what's your safe word)
(tell me what's your safe word)
eenie meany miny moe many.
come along! cum
shove it in me
Make a wish!
Toss a penny!
Blow a lil
I'm so heady.
I'm so ready
to let you
rock my boat
and
rock steady.
Exploit the crack in my levy!
These bodies stack; they're so heavy.
Piled on my back, and there's plenty.
Last time I checked at least 20. (and then some.)
I'm no
dummy.
Come along! cum
take it from me.
Take it like its
free $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
jus
tell me that you want me.
tell me that you want me.
tell me that you want
tell me what you want what you really really want tell me what you want what you really really want tell me what you want what you really really want tell me what you want what you really really want tell me what you want what you really really want tell me what you want what you really really really really
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3. |
Gacha!
02:21
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I come
on a mission.
I come
in an awkward position.
When you speak. And I listen.
When you leak - and I glisten
I come again with precision.
Will somebody make a decision?
We're puppets enveloped I capitalism with new strings
sewing up the incision.
And true things
are stranger than fiction.
Is there something I'm missing?
Nah? Well let's get back to kissing and hugging -
entangle the strings they've been tugging
and sweeping us under the rug they've been bugging
in exchange for us saying we love them.
(and muffins straight from the oven Im craving them alluva alluva)
All of a Sudden, like -
like an Impact. Like Genshin.
Like a gacha!
(365247 closed circuit cameras watch ya)
Everyday - looking like an imposter!
(either way I got my name on the roster)
Who's holding the knife as its twisting?
I come on a mission.
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I come
like a stain.
I come like I already came.
You came like you forgot my name
so I go like I'm runnin away from the
I don't know what I'm sayin! Lord just ignore me I'm playin like
like a show in the city
day out and day in you know I'm staying lookin pretty you didn't know what a pity didn't show doesn't matter my cellular's with me I'm underneath the tower feelin dizzy im overtop the sewer gettin busy like gambling
traveling
holding a
javelin
nephilim
(battling)
seraphim
tattling
bones
rattling
teeth
rattling
legs
straddling
uh oh. im bein bad again. im bein bad
paying to win
fading away in the win
fading away fading away uh oh
im bein bad again.
im bein bad.
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4. |
Fanta seaworld
06:21
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Flotsam. Jetsam.
I rip the duct tape from yer webcam.
I strip the dead flies from yer spatula.
Fish you out that one river in Africa
flow into the ocean / what a beautiful notion...
Limbs swing in perpetual motion.
Please bring petroleum jelly
I'm out of lotion -
and regular jelly I'm outta rations!
My thing swells when I'm suffering fashion.
I Ring Bells Like a Button gets Smashed in.
Inflation and gold
rushin
to cash in.
In sanctioned and
s l o w m o t i o n to crashing -
curtains part -
and lights cameras action!
Well
everything you know ain't nuttin but a fraction.
Just an itty bitty boat in a sea of distraction.
9 lashes.
Swing low.
Compassion?
Wut fo ?
Dunno, thanks for asking.
Can't read my lips? Well baby I'm masking!
I don't even know my own face!
I'm in a new city and I'm in a
new place.
I got new shoes!
I'm tying the shoe lace!
With a brand new flavor!
And a brand new taste!
And it tastes like
forgot my toothpaste. I musta been in a
rush
when packin my suitcase.
Some
one's Tesla's hogging up the highways.
Someone
else is
logging into My space.
I confess to leaving without traces.
This dead dog is getting back in the races!
Living in the mirror.
Formless.
Faceless.
It's a lil bit crass and a lil bit tasteless.
When you're lookin thru the sunglass:
skeleton faces.
Good gracious.
My god.
This place is
so odd.
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Atlantis?
Lemuria?
Ancient Rome?
where are ya?
!!!
Somewhere in America. Is that toxic gas in the air or just white noise?
(No DeLillo.)
Trainwrecks ; Playboys
underneath the pillow like
yeah i know for real though never had a problem with that and still don't
All under the mattress
(like I wouldn't notice...)
well if I had a problem I'd tell it to the POTUS - I'd tell em!!!
I'd tell em what I really
what I really want becuz im feelin like reality is just a front becuz im sit-in in the kitchen and I feel like junk becuz im worried that im livin in a garbage dump becuz im livin cuz im livin in a garbage dump well am i livin am i livin in a garbage dump????!?!
IM LIKE A DOG LOOKIN FOR ANOTHER DOG TO HUMP BECUZ IM LIVIN CUZ IM LIVIN IN A
fanta
seaworld
fanta
seaworld
fanta
seaworld
fanta seaworld
fanta
sea
fanta. sea.
fanta.
sea.
fanta!
see?
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5. |
Dissociation
03:39
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I'm getting sick of sucking on soap
for ripping up a picture of the Pope. Like
so what?
He's a dope!
Plus I saw it on a late night show!
So it's not my fault!
(It's yours.)
And would you rather
poetry
or
prose
in your frozen
Spaghetti O's?
I really miss sucking on yer toes.
And following you around on all fours.
A body as limp as a dead dog.
I don't get to do that anymore.
Just waiting on phone calls.
And a name. And a location.
This is not a game!
Dissociation.
We are not the same.
There is no relation.
This is not a game!
Dissociation.
Tune into a lame
radio station.
This is not a game!
Dissociation.
Baby what a shame. Baby what abrasion.
This is
not
a game! Dissociation.
Dissci
a
a
a
a
a
a
shun.
shun.
a
a
a
a
a
a
shun.
shun.
I'm getting sick of getting really sick!
Relying on the same ol schtick, like
so what?
It's a trick.
It's a joke.
It's fixed.
It's broke. I don't know what I'm doing here
on a rooftop tryna disappear.
Bleeding dirty munny at the rear.
Yo ho ho! Bottle fulla beer.
Oh no!
No wallet
full of crypto.
Been half schizo since the getgo. guess i couldafound a quicker wa y to letgo guess no guess
so new shoes velcro the only thingthatsmissin is the b linking lights plus
a
cape
s logo
and some kinkytites thhse dayz I spedn alotta nites curlin
in
the fetal
hear no speak no see no evil
toss myself straight off the steeple
lost myself and lost my
people serve me up as dinner on a plate til
dissoci
ate
ate
ate
ate
ate
ate
shun
shun
ate
ate
ate
ate
ate
ate
shun
shun
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6. |
New2me
02:52
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Spend a long time tryna meet a deadline.
Spend a long time racing to a red light.
On the cell phone, scrolling through the headlines.
And feeling like you're living in the end times.
It's nothing new to me.
You find it's all just a game.
It's nothing new to me.
You find it's just not the same
as you
as you thought it would
be.
It's nothing new to me.
Spend a long time prepping for the end game.
Spend a long time running from my dead name.
Nanoparticles are swimming through my membranes.
A tesseract
is flying from my ribcage.
It's nothing new to me.
You find it's all
just a game.
It's nothing new to me.
You find it's just not the same
as you
as you think it should
be.
It's nothing new to me.
It's nothing new to me.
You find it's all just a game.
It's nothing new to me.
You find it's just not the same
as you
as you thought it would be.
It's nothing new to me.
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7. |
The petals of an iris
03:45
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Is this what you want?
You won't know if you don't try.
I see it like a digital video in my mind's eye:
the well that never runs dry.
The bottom is like a womb.
And the bottom is bottomless,
like the black hole in my bedroom.
Like the white noise in my head.
I'm struggling out of bed.
Roll around in the sheets in a spiral.
Measuring my heartbeats
with my eyes closed -
as a shadow watches from the meadows,
through the falling petals of an iris.
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Is this what you want?
You won't know if you don't die.
You're falling like the waxwing flies.
Dissolve into the sunrise.
Your body is like a tomb.
Your flesh rots as a dog barks as a bud blooms
as your life comes to an end.
I'm struggling to begin.
I was staring blankly through a window. Pretending I wasn't drowning in limbo. Reading Rimbaud. Praying for a rainbow
as the fallen petals of an iris
swim through me like a virus.
Is this what you want?
Is this what you want?
What do you want?
Fuck what you want.
I know what you need.
I can give you what you need
because it's what I need.
And this is what we need:
release!
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Me oh myriorama Chapel Hill, North Carolina
ruh roh
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