1. |
Subliminal Ritual
02:29
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Blindsided
blinked thrice,
as the life left
his eyes
Sacrificial script
engraved in the forehead,
of An unlucky bastard
Doused in kerosene
Constant controversions in my head
And I’m taking everything you said and discounting it
Forgetful of the things you
plot against
Blood thickens And you’re wobbling,
adorned with tunnel vision
The heart quivers, Pulse quickens
Assumptions of a confidence operator. You have lost ground to stand on. You're done.
the conjecture burns
Lightly place them at the helm
“decaying mental architecture
Proves you aren’t fit for this world”
You're about to hit the pavement
Wobble wheel
but as long as i have legs until I die
Shinner motherfucker
As the gravel bites into my knee
Forty seconds
until he flatlines
The note on this bet
Says your days
are all mine
Bottom of the barrel
Not my first choice
But you better believe
we’re having a Fucking time
Dead
stop in your tracks
Masks go up
All Clad in black,
Bleak;
It’s an art of preservation,
in tact sanity with no
reservations
How can I make this look like an accident?
Will they find me?
Overstimulation, shame, the abashment, restoration of my psyche
or should i escape this creation?
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2. |
Ganoderma
01:35
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I take a deep breath
pressure building in my eyes
I can feel it
choking up on my chest and
I dont give a fuck anything else I cant stand?
Stained glass narrative
Pump me full of sedative
Say your piece, pay in strife
Stay the fuck
Away from me
And one might get some insight
If they’d
take the time to
Wade through
forgetful rhetoric
Poison
My body feels the contaminates
Poison
Enticing words help mold the mind
Poison
Rot and debilitate
Poison
We've hit the ceiling
Look how far we've come
And how far we've fucking fallen
Raw and laid bare, Stripped of intuition
A Pivotal point, Can't we all agree?
Now your mentality
is held between a vice
Comparable to suffocation
Have you ever been snuffed out?
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3. |
Torn By The Roots
02:43
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Emotions turned encrypted signals,
disoriented but no one can be bothered
We wanna play god,
But can’t fix our own.
A shakey vision,
Our ailments are manifested not grown.
You put yourself in this place
And now you're sick of the taste
What do you want from me?
what do you want from me?
Forced, in a stasis
leave me floating
Take the crown
While misquoting
Every word
Written
By a thief like you.
Lived life with a lost identity
And now you wanna a ruse out of me?
You won't find it here.
Cold
metal in my hand
In a panic
im in search of something just to bleed on
Adrenaline
Pumping as i try to keep calm
Low energy
I need someone please just come help fix it or
Sedate me
I hope to find a better place
Far from this point in the void
It's safe to say I've ended there
And I'm no longer paranoid
I'm no longer paranoid
Well its not over the pains commenced
And i cannot bear the aching thumping and scratching
Intoxicated, body's melting
I dont need your noxious substance to endure my fucking vexation
Ive been lead astray
Watch as it strips
my life away
A migraine sinks its teeth into my Fucking head
With blurred perception
It's always leaves me guessing
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4. |
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Make your move
just put it on the fucking table
there's no win or lose
just open up your stagnant mind
tensions, gripping
and clenching
i'm choking, i'm choking
we were not
meant to know these things
you said you'd strike the sun down
if it spoke your name
in love with the fault lines
from every archetype
a constant white noise
attributes to my suffering
make your release a thousand times and
fucking lose your eyes
over wasted effort
and try to bury your fucking shame
an echo chamber like a chasm
mitigate my wounds while my muscles spasm
swallow your tongue
confess all your wrongs
a concept that feels so surreal to the touch
i hear the noises coming from upstairs
and it's got me going crazy pulling out my hair
eternal rest please take me show me what i want to see
so sorry motherfucker did i step on your toes?
words of ash, carved in your throat
a low blow, you don't know, where you'll go,
from here
notches carved on a crystalline surface
they look back at me because they know im nervous
and i can't see what i did to deserve this
beg for the truth, and I'm always served shit
I'd scrape the black from my lungs
vomit my cancer till it burns my tongue
carved up and dragged
through fissures and crags
leaving the best parts of me in that pitch black bag
my thoughts boil my mind
grey matter coating my spine
you just wanna hear that im "fine"
last call for friends, last time it ends
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5. |
A Moonlit Cleansing
02:50
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Ive Sold my sense of self
to a state of confusion
Can’t begin to think straight
With all these reckless contusions
Strewn across my body
Like this is a game now
allocate my shame once it wanes and I’m feeling low.
I see all your intentions,
And now see through all of you
i need to get away
Cauterize this malignant rot
Bodies burning up
but I'm constrained to a cold sweat
I feel my eyes darting all around
Searching for an answer
I'm fucking Begging to be found
Look
Right through
Me
I'm only home when I'm alone
The space I'm suspended in
Is locked in a black hole
What
Do
You
Want besides
My
Promises
What was my dream?
I cannot remember.
Help me craft my sleep
I need a cleanser
Eradicate the toxins
mind cannot render
Save it
Save it
I cant erase it
You wanna see
Cold
I'll show you cold
Cold
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Sleepsculptor Wilkes Barre, Pennsylvania
Travis
James
Flo
Kuyler
Jake
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