This city sleeps in miles of a growing death. My spirit walks away down to the same address. Walk away and you feel so down, soft lullabies and the machine drownin' all drift away oh it drifts away. safe and sound in the mental pressure, a shape shifter into a terror maraud all just for today. All just for a day. This rotting flesh escapes and fills the air. A long quivering expressing full despair. four cows drink from the same glass, lightning strikes and feigns fatigue, lost themselves into a crowd. Makeshift ghosts with empty symbols I'll take a breath and leave, sighing to the no one faces, sighing til' my heart can't race. waiting til' the day I can say hello.

Eyes pointed towards the ground I see the fever. Grass seems green but keeps pointing outwards to Phoenix. Take the last highway like Ceaser. Place importance on the people, like seasons. I see the reasons, "why you teasin?" Grab the keys and cheese it. Just like Michael and beat it. ha ha. Throw up some feelings of regret and analogy. Sprawled on the curb and threw up his analogy. Get high and place yourself into fallacy. Brutality, whoop your ass in reality. I guess it doesn't really matter to the sincere. Broke fools stugglin' to even get near. Apex pyramid seems so clear. Feed yourself first, don't feed the fear. For every one dollar, I think I make none. Iterate to infinity plus one. Every day I'm feeling blind and just numb, I can't believe that it's perfectly just sum. People don't seem to understand the struggle. The quiet tribulation. Shit, it always doubles. I'm crying tears into a bubble. Drink until I swerve into some rubble.

Stretch out your hands and find there's nothing there. Protoype humans are giving me "the stares." Cry all night against mild humor. Dye your hair green because it seems cuter. and I can't really take another lonely strategy. Force out a smile against all apathy. I'm getting sick of all this depravity. Retreat in to fourth safe reality. uh huh? Loudspeak the public brain it's M.O. A.I. neurons fire really slow. Take shape the form of all that is calamity. re-up the bets of "nothing lost" galaxy. Take me to the tide of metaphysical beings all trapped inside another cyclical. Tired of being told that all divisible feelings are inept, make me invisible. Can you take my thoughts away? Leave them with the government and use them for shortwave. I can see that your life is slowly lapsing, overfilled, and under-acting. Dollar signs begin to pile inward. your ignorance is like a lizard. shedding skin and leaving out the gizzards. there's no choice, read the fine keywords. There's no clarity. No soul representing the whole rarity. Confused masses take those signals into markings, trample crowds into car keys. A dead mission turned into the gun sting. *Bang* *Bang* another hood drops dead and dies, another rapper tells a story from within his eyes. Another day of blaming our insecurities, one small step into blind maturity. No more shifts into paradoxical, dance of life that seems to have followed you. A whole set of problems, "Deja vu." From the graveyard, into the avenue. Can you take my thoughts away? Leave them with the hoardes of steel and chains to slay. I don't care if I'm caught up in hysteria. Turning in my grave, we call that "Esoterica." I wanna run away but my story is a capital. I wanna fade away but my struggle is a capital. I wanna rebel but my anger is a capital. I wanna turn away but my movement is a capital. I wanna share my side but my race is a capital. I wanna scream and shout but my mouth is a capital. I wanna feel alright but my brain is a capital. I wanna belong but my identity is a capital. A capital to own I wanna run away but my story is a capital. I wanna fade away but my struggle is a capital. I wanna rebel but my anger is a capital. I wanna turn away but my movement is a capital. I wanna share my side but my race is a capital. I wanna scream and shout but my mouth is a capital. I wanna feel alright but my brain is a capital. I wanna belong but my identity is a capital. A capital to own

POST ELVIS: Mind's going blank, there are bugs that have sank into all subconcious bifocal one glass tank. You think devs have a problem with the code? it's alright, it's all metaphor, don't shoot the messenger. Paradoxes plot holes in your logic states, CIA spooks ask "Be against a bitter state." I don't qualify for fucking up my mental slate, even ask my therapist, I'm asking her to dialate. "There are lines you don't cross." I'm foaming like a hot froth. All the words are spilling out like you forgot you're on the sauce. don't touch the melody it's very clear and plain to see. One more strange analogy, and you will stop entirely. I'm sensing third eyes, from people who are samurai's. free your mind from altercations, scrub it clean with oxidation. I'm taking brainwaves, even though they're out of place. strike me up a decent chorus, punch your face into an orbit. MAX TROPICS: Punch your face into the next life. Damn, you did the Sisyphus life. Roll boulder down the mountain like "get drowned in Syphillis, guy" Get tropical today, in a post apocalyptical way. If you don't know what to say, be best for you to get out of my way. I'm in a Jinbei, in a grim reaper Hoodie, breaking through your window pane. feel the pain, I'm an icicle through brain, Post Samurai gone insane. Blood drips from my scythe to your open mouth, like a sadastic wife. You're taking your turn consumed in the tunnel with you bitch, onto the next life. Look, Illusion of safety was the curse that I had. many took me a suburbian white man. I got washed off the coast to the flatlands. Banished, never to be seen again. every I feel like I'm surrounded. Complacent hicks, Racists got me hounded. Her father called me a slur behind my back, Never thought I'd meet anybody like that. I got drunk for a year, ask me anything. Lost a friend to the other side of 23. couldn't sleep thinking I was almost causing, someone's murder suicide, ask me anything. ask me anything, ask me anything. reaching out to find something inside of me. the prophecy can't succumb to tragedy. ask me anything, ask me anything. POST ELVIS: Don't hide your soul away, Ask me anything today. Sadness shoots me like a ray, making clouds turn into grey matter when I wake up late. dreaming up a better fate. where I don't really have to worry. living carefree, just like kirby. I'm taking promises from people who are ominous. Shoot yourselves with paralyzers, drool coming out just like a geyser. I'm showing faces to people who are faceless, facing off against the world of people with their face curled. MAX TROPICS: There's a cog that's frozen solid in all possible escape route options. Haunted by unspoken knowledge. Stuck in a world of exhaustion no shower could clean the thoughts get out, futile to shout them out sit down, and drownin out my noggin get a 40oz. to hose it off with. I must be rid of all this call this brawl off fist in pockets got no squad to share these thoughts with. My bros went away to college. This is the prologue to the 5 dollars that made me say so long harness is but a myth it don't exist word the artist.

Pictures are never really meant to last long, I hold a candle to all those memories. Stuck in that dungeon, can't bare to be strong. One final cry with the dove song. My eyes tear up with joy. The thought of being human never occured to this old boy. Harsh thoughts are the cloudy mornings. Linger romantically, unconcerned and unconforming. Poetic dances dart across my own mirror. A chevy toyota rolled over into an error. An unfavorable mathematical equation, split across three suns, and told from the creator. Another angel taken to the caretaker. Synonymous; automatic heaven deviator. and I don't really mean to talk about it too much, but this life sucks, and that's no hunch. Ride out, into wide open farmland. Gaze at the clouds, beg for answers now, man. take another lesson from the cold hard reality, foiled for ecstacy. and if there's something worth telling, grab a beer, sit back and then start chillin' or you can take a stones throw approach, which is just a disguise for how most of this shit works. Another day, another exploit, another week, another man who gets no choice. Another week without heal, what a situation. What a cold hard deal.

A void forms in the higher brain and I can see the lighter touch of heaven in the wires, soaked in muddy spire. A self emerges from the dead leaves on the balcony, and it can't belong. It can't belong. It can't belong. It can't belong. The sun shines on the mountains, melting all the water moses used for all the freeing souls that wept from having null responses, and if the weight is lifted from my shoulders with a smile, well it can't belong. It can't belong. It can't belong. It can't belong. And if my values commandeer the world into a puddle, strike a pose and grin against the world that seems so dead and humble. How stupid of me to think that life could be but more than trouble, and it can't belong. It can't belong. It can't belong. It can't belong. So go ahead and render out the spice of life from moving forward towards the leaning cliff of nowhere that I am persuing. Go leave yourself within the cave that seems so dead confusing, it can't belong. It can't belong. It can't belong. It can't belong.

It's only happiness. and the way I see it, it's not the weight I keep. Oh, it's the "pass me by." I've been around that bend, take a trip through then, I'll be around. Oh let me fade away. Into the grey outside, into the cracks and void. No need to energize, the ideology surroundin' me today.

I couldn't take it anymore. No one told me for sure. And all the times I said; that I am never there. and if I couldn't speak, well, throw me to the sun. and I'll do the rest, and Inherit the weak. // A cold beach wave hits my face like a demon, my fragile spirit awakens while my body weakens. My own blood escapes me and refracts into nothing, my own speech keeps turning into buzzing. and I can hear someone speak, saying "I've seen the skin underneath." Visions positive, no harm causitives, his mind slithered away without prerogatives. A silver man appeared out from nowhere, raped a blind woman with slow tender tears. cut her life out with no signs of affection. wise man saying "here's my reflection!" take notes this is just misdirection. Vector outwards, astral projection. the mouth moves but won't feed the collection. Man with power, what a nice introspection. A white dove spreads it's wings and squanders in apathy. Darkness the night sky is in agony. Beings fight against anatomy. poison minds in reality, blamed on totality. rotting flesh dissappears into a stench, formless humans vow to take revenge. Free will is only based on chemicals, the same ones that tells you life's not poetical. Against nothing, there's no motivation in the air. Breathe out seratonin with the glare. There's no cuts here. Flower pedals and emotions. Output shocked, dry and coastless. Take a good hard look at the horizon, no ghosts or lambs. Electricity flows through this land. Poision sickly beings become man. I vomit and I choose to become sand.

POST ELVIS Bite a quarter pounder, no nutrition value, thoughts all around you. Make the spirit prouder, drop the ball on merit - and sing praises into clouds or clap your hands and feel the heat in the moment. Rub off on saints' attitude and Moses. Movement, cutting through to the roses, Kantian thoughts right under our noses. Scrape off the wisdom through the window, graffiti through the windmill pin blow. I'm counting clouds just like in limbo, grey attitude seeps through in lingo. Movin' forward it just seems so bare, whack a man through the hedges or through the stairs. Look out through the lens of sold thunder, shot me through the back raging asunder. // Audio sounds from another realm, motherfuckers talk like they ain't got nothing to sell. It's like Žižek see's the ideology strike a mental sword, slice into heteronomy. There's nothing left for me, I'll take a number 9 with no hints of subtle irony, it's between this and a mental place of constriction, die a thousand times and just bear with it. I wish a mother fucker would, then I'd just move forward and die from confliction, tell everyone that life is just restriction, the lie of happiness is just too wicked. I'll tell you one thing though; if it's between morality and the sunset lows I'll take the chair outta the bed and choose neither option the whole damn thing is one big corruption. EXQUIRE Down to his last, can't even afford Excedrin he load his pain in his pistol and pours it out on the reverend. Took a swig of Stoli and said depression possessed him. It seemed like all of us were receiving blessings except him. life's so ironic when before you fly you think you die. You face your fears you're feeling, feelin' feelings can't describe. Understand the mastermind, his only mastermind, mind over matter and matter makes everything you mind. Time's a flat circle that spins in a pattern randomize. ask your most that pattern like fabric on patterns you design. Intuition's a magnet, so ask yourself where do you align? Do you define your life's worth by rules that you decide? or you lowly when scrutinized, genius lost within foolish pride, powered by truth or ruined lives?

Run away Sleep, Run away hearts walk on by, walk to the dark. If you are mine. And mine alone. May you see peace, from idols you sow. "Honey, I wanna tell you something magical But I know you and I are doomed from the start never mind that it's been going on since we were born, all of that is just an exercise in futility, but when i see that lonely face, I can't help but cry, Because I know I'd like to see you smile, but honey, you and both know, it's just a lie." // Walk through the dream impetus. A foggy street light shines on the wickedness a profound thought as big as Hegel's synthesis, shot against the vectors that visit us. First chapter is the never ending bi-line. The christ gave up and started watching prime time. Went to the thrift store and sipping Mai-tai's. Let me cut to the chase, what a waste of time. Hear the whale call of misheard elation. An abstract dance that ends with a libation. Take out the one active ingredient the one true argument, the thing of impartation. And if you had to understand the futility, the task is impossible, built for surreality. It's okay to lay your forehead down, and curl up despair, tranquility. Twisted, the mentality gets whisked in. Fall down twice and then get fisted. I'm not looking for some cryptid, some imaginary thought, some hateful inscription. "Get a tattoo and start a whole riot," your dialectic sounds like a cuckholds diet. you think thoughts, but you're still not trying. Wage slave thought fill your noggin with dying. Whisk out, misted to the myth spout. Another day I'll be bones or a skeleton, further egos died against burning gelatin. I'll never understand the concept of Benjamins. Another day and another mother reborn, psychoanalyze the cycles of the return. I know status is a certian kind of hypocrite, but what do I care, it's all bullshit. I guess really no greater formal lesson. oh wait I lied, it's you're fucking up my session. with all this talk of enigma, you come across as pig farm, made for the stigma. Maybe this time you'll really stop parodying the illogical embarrassing fucking hysterically unmet notions of the stupidity. or fuck it. you've already chosen sterility. // I know I call out your name. I see through. The tears and the pain. Maybe it won't be so bad. If I could only hold your hand. Or maybe I've seen you in a dream. Fighting demons, the sun shines upon thee. I never wanted you, I never wanted me. Baby you just gotta see what you're going through. Whatcha going through?

Life is a nothing question. Hold down the sudden pressure. Swing low sweet chariot, let's all suffer into the measure. Take one is all that matters, I'll fight until I splatter. burn quick and then be sadder, run until my legs go out. If you are watching Heaven, Jet set to number seven. Take all the souls that gather, all of them are cancer weather. I've seen the master lever, from masters dress in leather. Let's ring the bells of heather. Rise and shine, feel bad together. Birthed from fire, birthed from earth. Many waves are feeling hurt, and many lives are are lived too short, and all the food is spoilsport. Meta jokes cannot contain the future holds like windowpanes. Break my leg in several pieces, serve the master dead and beaten.

Drive along the highway roads. Red noise and diffusion glows, and I mutter "Where have I gone?" Where have I gone? Fire and blood consume my world. The sun reigns down into a swirl, and I ask myself "Where have I gone?" The long road has confused my soul. The machine chatter and concrete rolls, and I ask myself "Where have I gone?" Where have I gone? The steely night begins to fade. The cow grows weary and meets his fate, and I ask myself "Where have I gone?" Where have I gone?

In the synopsis of my life I'll put down that I tried to understand the losing not withstanding all the lies, and I hold my head up towards the ceiling I wanna care about my problems that are too foul to be breathing, and I can't understand the things that you are saying to me, no more grey beach smog that's covering the sea. Take a seagull's approach to all these sorrows I've invented, and wait for death to reach my dimension. There's no spot on earth for all this sunshine, it all equates to green grass and bovine. Tell me all of the secrets of your happiness, a dead tree gone, another looking like a mess. I'll drive a bulldozer through my own graveyard, and smash every headstone against every vanguard. Let me tell you about the time I got cynical. Too much knowledge raised up into a pinnacle now. Stress it out. No one tells you that life is just the road rage sky and the endless crush. The wood of your skull stares me in the eyes. I'll be damned if I ever need to pan wide. "No more fighting," says the boxer with the boxing gloves. "No more running," says the athlete who's had enough. I stand up and I stare into epiphany. One less road, one less strange ability now. Ride the highway north right out of here. Feed the one that feeds upon the fear. Show myself to no one and be glad. Hide away the suffering like that. And that's just sad. And that's a fact. And that's too bad. And that's just sad. And that's so sad.

There's a soul right out of the place It's called the flesh wearing my face. I'm waiting for the dream to take over The endless sleep, the endless rover now I can't tell what's out of this space wicked laughter push the erase. I can't tell anyone that. It's a secret for the framing of right now There's no setting that takes on greif. Fall away and put me to sleep. I'll tell you all about that story, or how we got away with the scurry. We're not ants, we're just neighbors. We're not people, just products of labor. we don't care what anyone says. Strike the chains and make me feel like right now. There's nothing left for all of us. No rationality can make all of the evils go away. There's nothing left for all of us. just wither away just wither away just wither away right now.

POST ELVIS: Get down with it Get down with it Get down with it To the funky beat. My mind is blank and there's nothing left for me to say. Mild interest seeming dull and I begin to stray, fuck the fray. I go against the major questions, like to see the teeming lessons. sole purposes are wild interjections. Objection, your honor, I think that there's a system that won't play on intuition. Gonna take another swig of this juice you call position and take another stand against the hollow mind that you call wisdom and Get down with it Get down with it Get down with it To the funky beat. I gotta say I'm really sorry about being cynical. I'm trying not to laugh while keeping all my facts to minimal, but the Tv and the net say something different every time, And everywhere someone's crying out "Oh Where's the paradigm!?" And you can type it out and let the record skip for many days, someone's holding onto other meanings and other names. Eventually you'll understand that no-one has an answer, and get drunk listening or die of aging cancer and Get down with it Get down with it Get down with it To the funky beat. RiZi: I morph my frame so much, I think I grew gills. I played the game, got lucky, now I think I'm ill. you lit the flame on us, I'm not supposed to touch. So what's the point of this, I'm wrong, You're wrong, I'm right like I'm supposed to feel like Got em winded, got my vision tinted, good feeling imprinted I can't comprehend it. (When I sit back in time) doesn't make any sense, illusion of the mind. when you're must take you're life and end it (I'm good how are you?) POST ELVIS: I guess there's no predetermined nations, no actions justifiable, no feelings sacrificable. I'll take the gesture to discard these curtains. The show's fourth dimensional, no symbol all relatable. The sacrifice is done, the people - so dumb. look away while the world just panics and sprints into a run forward to the sun, the heat so fun! melt into the world that melts into itself and into none.

Don't be afraid to chenge I'm waiting for the day. Can't see the modern run, a pace where I can drum. I'm helpless and I'm stung The weightless mental stun. The lights all move ahead in synchronausuem. My brain is torn to shreds, so count me with the dead. The time I can't abide, the day will pass me by. So happy it must seem; The gleaming of the dream. Return to me Return to me Return to me my strength and body. Return to me Return to me Return to me my beating heart.

One sure-fire time to break the centerline. One fell swoop and you'll be out of time. Criss-crossing the valley of old. // Thoughts burst out against the other dimension where my soul was buried, with my hopes and dreams pent up just like a lamb that's bleeding Mary. I wince just like the kid who broke his arm and had the apathy. for the fleeting moment I was just a boy who thought so affibly. Fell in love with someone who is just a bunch of data laid, and I yearn out for a moment when she realizes I'm in pain. It's just a formal fantasy, there's nothing in the veins. It's just another income with no feelings of disdain.

Oh how has the morning fire called the white drag plush from mortal ire. Wait now there's the sun for higher, I was drinking the ants while they run and hide. This masquerade world isn't big enough. Step close towards the rambling finger snuff. The shackling ire spins globe, liquid ideals oh they don't know. vector systems, money flows further than all of the trapped weak. leak out all the golden cash link. what terrible time for big think. that's a terrible life. Oh how has the morning fire called the white drag plush from mortal ire. Wait now here's the sun for higher, I was drinking the ants while they run and hide. no consequences of the real mess. Next stop, dead Earth and mental death. God won't strike his hands and fall fatal. two palms glistening, human will abled. Chains breaking. Crossed with two paths. one less glamorous, and one just faking. tell those above that the time will come when history decides to end it's love. Oh how has the morning fire called the white drag plush from mortal ire. Wait now here's the sun for higher, I was drinking the ants while they run and hide. // I try to keep running back but I can't hold on, I'll never make it through this jungle of uncertainty. the awful choice to turn into a structure is analyzed through the freedom psychopathy. tear me limb from limb and feed me to the wild dogs that seem to bleed ideology. Man's only power is his own will to exploit monopoly. Let go of the ultima Let go of the ultima now.

There's no reason just to follow the path. There's no reason that'll make you feel bad. I just wanna. I just wanna cry. There's no reason not to pick up the phone. There's no reason you follow the road. I just wanna fall away. // In the dead of night or morning. Feel the heat of stranded burning. Where are all the dull dull captures, filled with life and dull dull laughter? I can see the every man counting out his every plan, he says "Life's gonna be an endless battle, waged against life's meanest cattle." and oh. Struggle more and stop for reason, make sure all the terror sees it. I'll take a drink to that. One less worry out to pasture. Blood drips against the wind. The wimpered songs are getting thin and I guess there's just no more struggles, at least that's what the world as told us. I just don't know where I'm going I just don't know where I'm going I just don't know where I'm going I just don't know where I'm going I just don't know where I'm going I just don't know where I'm going, but I'm gone. I just don't know where I'm going I just don't know where I'm going I just don't know where I'm going I just don't know where I'm going Take me on a trip to somewhere (I just don't know where I'm going) I just wanna see the tears that fall (I just want to go to someplace far.) I just don't know where I'm going I just don't know where I'm going I just don't know where I'm going I just don't know where I'm going Take me on a trip to somewhere (I just don't know where I'm going) I just wanna see the tears that fall (I just want to go to someplace far.) Heartaches are common allies from the point of view of sunshine. Keep driving towards the lick, fading through the outer mist now. All heaven says to me; Another place without much mercy. I'll stay right here for now, In the cradle of the last frown.