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To be honest, I am terrified,
Of what waits for us on the other side.
At this bleak grasp at bliss,
While we march to the beat of flying fists,
Splintered homes, and wounded wrists.
But it's fine right?
We're in the sky tonight.
The stars are so bright.
On this space flight.
Calm down,
Don't overwhelm yourself!
You're about to panic now about a lack of wealth?
You've gotta navigate the place with stealth,
Don't get caught up, or your brain might melt.
(Or your brain might melt.)
Too many happenings.
I've got to say something.
But I often say something,
That ends up as nothing.
So why's this corrupting?
It's abruptly interrupting,
My beeline to erupting,
And eventually become
Someone worth something.
But I feel I'm worth nothing,
Screaming something touching,
But it's nothing.
Like what if they don't like it? (This sucks)
Like what if it's just another unhinged performance to them?
I'm terrified of what they'll think.
It's normal to be scared, yeah, I know.
It's scary to be uncomfortable alone.
And I'm uncomfortable with being here,
Wish I could just disappear, and never fear.
And if I make it out of this alive,
then tonight will be the night that I ignite.
Alight my soul, could you make it bright?
Or will you forget me once I'm out of sight?
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2. |
The Doomsday Dance
03:08
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Wow this party's great.
Thinking it'll go on late.
Dancing the night away.
In space anything's okay.
Look around the room,
Hoping friends'll show up soon.
Then I see it standing there.
It walks up, try not to stare.
Oh, hey, once again.
It's anxiety, my friend.
Waits around every bend.
Reminds me of the end.
That it's coming soon.
To bring our impending doom.
Wow, how inopportune,
I was just praising the moon.
Hey man, much offense,
That doesn't make any sense.
Here it's always night,
Since we're on this space flight.
Up high in the sky,
Right now if you were to die,
Nobody would ever know,
You'd move on while all alone.
Try not panic now.
Heart rate goes up and down.
The whole room is spinning now,
But I start to hear a sound.
It's a killer groove.
Now my toes start to move.
Bob my head cause it's a vibe,
Feeling good cause I'm alive.
We'll all die one day,
So let's dance the night away
We're gonna die one day,
For now I think we're okay.
You're gonna die one day,
But it's gonna be okay.
You're gonna die one day,
And you'll just fade away.
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Heatwave
03:08
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Burning up,
Got no hot plate.
I'm literally cooking cause the sun is in my face.
Can't pull down the drapes,
No relief in this place.
Now I feel the bubbling and melting of my face.
First place,
A forerunner in this space,
Okay.
Now I'm serving up some dinner,
And there's seconds on the way.
In sight, in mind,
Man, I'm working double time,
Swap the path of my trajectory,
To mold, shape, refine.
Go.
Melt down,
That's okay,
Can't go winning every day.
Calm down,
You'll be fine,
Paint that face on one more time.
Ignore me, adore me, It doesn't matter,
I've stopped trying to make my way atop the social ladder.
In the end, I know their thoughts don't really matter,
Talk shit, get pissed, act as if you were my bladder.
Windowpane glass,
Ripped ass back in gym class.
Straight facts,
I went home to smoke all of my moms grass.
Snacks up in the backpack,
Veg out like a Snorlax.
Pudding cups on deck,
And you know I bought the 12 pack.
Hot soups, bread bowls and bronze laddles,
Entertainment set with a headdress of cables.
Somebody pulls the plug, then the TV disables.
A cautionary tale to not fixate on fables,
No.
Hey hey,
Don't give up,
Half these people don't give a fuck.
Go do what's best for you,
Set your sights and follow through.
If you don't, then I think you'll die.
No I'm just kidding, I think you'll be alright.
Think about it every day and night.
Remind yourself why you fight this fight.
Buzzing like fuck,
I'm a bee.
There's no black eyed peas with me.
I'm out of sight,
I'm working hard,
Penning my thoughts in the back of a space bar.
Later get head in the back of a space car.
Marathon runner,
I'ma go, I'ma go far.
Big Boss mode,
go hard, go Reptar.
Counting all my money while I'm puffin on a cigar.
Fame and fortune is a hell of a drug,
When you're coming from a place,
Where no one shows you love.
Blinders on, save your eyes from the heat,
Now you're too blind to see those that struggle underneath your feet.
Hey, hey,
Enough's enough,
Maybe for once you should give a fuck.
Look around, get a clue,
This is what narcissism'll do.
If you don't,
then when you die,
You'll be alone with no one by your side.
If that's the route you take,
Just know you made a grave mistake.
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I feel everyone has left me.
Is it true or am I crazy?
Can't quite tell, memory's hazy.
Lately I've been feelin lazy.
Talk it out, emotions reeling,
Disappointment, there's that feeling.
Help me out, I'm disappearing.
Disassociate when healing.
Is this all by design?
Or all in my mind?
Cause sometimes,
sometimes,
I think,
I think I'm losing it.
And lately I feel like shit.
At the end of the rope that I've gotta cut by myself.
I'm still alive,
feeling kinda empty.
And before you go,
Ill let you know:
You left me feeling empty.
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5. |
Neutral Tone
02:49
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We reflect,
On where we used to stand.
Then correct,
Our current course of plan.
We inspect,
What dwells deep within.
Disconnect,
I feel free once again.
Find another place,
To live, to call your home.
Hear my final wish:
Please leave my heart alone.
You will not be missed.
I'm fine all on my own.
After all of this,
We find no neutral tone.
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Elevator Pitch
01:06
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And to me you're living fables.
Got someone to set your tables.
Picked your friends all based on labels.
Rigged the system, cut the cables.
Now you're mad I see.
But that's fine by me.
Cause it's not hard to grasp,
it's elementary.
And it's not a place that we should be.
We've all got ADD.
Instant grat for everybody! (Hooray!)
Quick to jump and bark at everything we see.
No regard for others,
with a he, she, we.
We're blinded by the selfish lust, of me, me, me.
Laughing while we turn and burn,
ha ha, He he he.
Well that shit is crazy.
But what can I do?
If you're blind to fears,
then I feel bad for you.
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Meteor Mantra
02:38
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I am gold.
I am wealth.
Opulence within myself.
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Illuminate
03:32
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Quantum State
03:00
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Floating.
A dream.
A shine.
A gleam,
Yeah.
There it goes again.
You've flown out of reach, my friend,
To a place that I have never been.
I wanna follow but I have no plan,
Doubt's coming, I know, but I won't give in.
Stitches,
And seams.
Patchworks.
Canopies,
That cover up my means.
To reinforce the routes I know,
Tearing through to take back all of my control.
Said goodbye many months ago,
Bed's made, been packed,
Now I'm ready to get up and go.
Beckon,
And plea.
The glow,
It calls me,
Yet I walk away.
To hold back and kill what could be,
That's not something I ever wanna see.
Looked around, found some good chemistry.
Been walking into nothingness and what could be.
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Event Horizon
04:29
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There's a shadow in the room who looks like you,
And it follows me in everything I do.
There's a man in the mirror who looks like me.
I can't see what their intentions may be.
Is this the place I once knew?
Or am I watching reality split in two?
Stars fly by as tears leave my eyes,
And the voices creep on in to give my heart a rise.
Take me back to the place I once knew.
Please don't make me watch reality split in two.
I'll fall right through.
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Adrift in the Void
01:47
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Singularity
05:33
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Packed my shit cause I wanted to die.
Been off and on with suicide for most of my life.
Been around that shit so much, should make 'em my wife.
And it's no big deal, cause they say I'll be fine.
Shit I've done my time, now I'm owed what's mine.
Learned from comedy and tragedy there's no divine.
And once you cross that line, you do not turn back time.
You cannot go back to comfort, but then they say I'll be fine.
The fuck you know about all the real life struggles?
You know blowing bubbles and maybe crying in puddles.
Disregard all of the other's troubles,
Got a late night date with nihilism and cuddles.
Okay!
Hell yeah, bro,
You fucking go!
I'll be here,
Watching the world burn slow!
I'm well past the panic,
Of nowhere to go!
Pull up a lawn chair,
Enjoy the shit show!
"And there is nothing we can do about it,.
Oh my goodness, all we did was sit around and panic."
Don't dwell on the thought,
Cause it's a hell of a lot.
Tip over and drop from the weight before your brain pop.
Mindless does as mindless does.
Feeling fickle just because.
Hungry beast, a lust for blood.
Conjured dreams left in the mud.
Pick it up and clean it off,
I manifest a killer cloth,
And I grow in scale like Killer Croc,
And I'm off the charts like I'm moving stock.
Standing there on the precipice.
Never been one to be the optimist.
Shadow myself in my own eclipse,
But I'll take the dive, fuck I'm doing this.
A bloody kiss, I push my fist,
Through the face of the man,
Stands there with a guard held high,
And my fate in his hand.
I understand.
I'm where I'm meant to be.
It's what I'm meant to see.
Take a moment to plant the seed internally to grow eternally.
Critical thought, its an anomaly,
Reflecting on who I want to be,
Leave my mark, and avoid a travesty.
Find a new home in unreality.
I sift through the cogs and the wires,
I sort through the gears and the fears,
I've bloodied the both of my palms in a struggle to find my own way out of here.
They claim there is talk of a reset,
Buried deep way down in the skull.
Now claw your way through the tangle,
Push yourself beyond the threshold.
(Take back control)
Tell me one more time how we define the line that separates the two,
me and you.
I'll be falling back to fate one more time,
because time rewinds itself and plays back through.
Pull the threads of fate,
the threads, they hold me back.
No, nothing wants to hold me back.
Nothing but you.
Open up your eyes and find the fine line,
Recalibrate and realign.
Please do.
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SleepYYhead
artist formerly known as nylon children formerly known as sleepyyhead.
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