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TAROT

by IFarris

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1.
AZ 03:49
Duplicates of animated ego. are the smoke screen, the dope fiend, and the poverty that chains the insubstantial being, to itself, like a movie. Like a shadow there is no god where i am This body, taking over me lets me see and correspond clearly with this individuation. in me. It comes now It comes closer than anything ever has. before this I was human. a stupid dysfunctional human with an animated ego the insubstantial plebeian actor now I am Alienz. fire. starting from alienz and higher a Z A fictional Z So It comes now, Comes Closer, like a sibling like a sun, like a light, that lets me see and correspond clearly with the alien fire within me there is no god where i am
2.
Taking its fill in the cesspool of greed I destroy nothing, but what is perceived as something shit like power and presence shit taste like power and presence making itself known like hate and the gods of men so full of shit that you cant contain it, you lazy fucking faggot of a spirit you take this light this piss and crusade against you stare at me, like a piece of jewelry . like a zombie, the lsd of lcd, You could be white and silica black and thoughtless . you could be the one who retires. slay them, take her strike her strike her again, slay them, take her, strike her if she ever gets out of line. , take them.if they get out of line she loves you like i do. you could be her only son. do this for me So i can quit working take yourself for me. the sun and the mother in cesspool of Maya in the cesspool of Maya
3.
Most people live in a fantasy of reality they sit on the computer all day until their fat asses die from boredom, malnourishment, broken homes mouth foam shit like that then they wake up thinking they have not died, they get back on the computer and start talking shit to me again as if theyre young for eternity now i can leave this place for good as if I orb around a different kind of spirit as if some kind of naked indian would creating reality with stones, sea shells, glitter, shit like that i woke up thinking I had not died i got back on the computer and start talking shit again, as if i was finished these teenage dreams are bigger than you they dont last dont you wonder where they come from? dont you wish you could live forever dont you wish you could deface currency just like the shit dehumanizes you? you wont last have you ever wondered where you came from whos mouth it was that spit you out whos thought it was that set you down in front of this simulated data stream most people die, in their sleep
4.
The End 03:18
I feel you in me i look back and step aside dream of a lie that could go on for nights the end of obsolescence the end of freedom I feel the clash in in me i call upon the will of manifestation a lie on its own, a truth in degradation a record on repeat scratching the surface dripping the blood of blasphemy in front of me its lapped up by vultures in this pleasure is pain i feel the clash in me in this measuring of limitations i keep away this garbage of a carcass, i throw away i pull out the needle from my vein I put it in you i feel it in you your still scratching the surface but the skin is holy I want to hear what its got to say as I keep away I stand back and awake from this sleep , it's a lie that could go one for days this is the end of you I feel you end me this is the end of holidays
5.
Green before white black is purity in its essence 11 glows like none other a mass of such fortitude, tearing through the veil in the name of illusion you fight for your savior the blood comes in your favorite flavor when the light has gone out of your eye into the black pruning the roots what is it that you hope to find some kind of demon some kind of mind? wherever you are is a long ways away from the solar memories of the past. so long its been coming into being...colored green before white foreign before native creation in this life there is nothing left nothing to hide nothing to find but so much to hide so much to hide hide behind eleven. 17 and Scorpio green before white spectrum is polar in its hue Honor is solar in its individuality In this cosmic duality i am with you
6.
iAlone 03:35
Yellow blanket yellow oiled where the fuck am i limestone consumed my tomb is preserved I alone I give birth to the the salt of the earth. This space my reflection this reflection has been ours until the the time my tomb was found. I brought in the sun gave the stars something they could not give by no means is flying for everyone keep flying until you get better how did i get here oh ive processed again. like an eyeless master on waste paper receipt paper wasted on high counselors they cant buy enough they are not satisfied until someone is good enough to die in front of them to die for them they cant spend enough they are not satisfied until someone accepts them for who they are not. Inside i am resin and wax all black actually i am all black, I am covered in black I am the new black theyre on my dick because im black and i saved my father. from himself and stupid bitches pussy ass niggas be like jealous ass turkeys how did it come to this
7.
Temp 04:22
In the head now my eyes closed in the feels now my eyes closed just because a thought has come portal open, its chewing bones pissing in the old aeon Preservation here and now desire burning out urine drying out science of sickness kill or spit it out in the nerve now in the eye now my eyes closed Penis eye hole in the sky now are my eyes closed? in the shame now am i naked? just because a thought has come but there was nothing I could see what you want and what you need, dont mean that much to me. I am, I am, I am so temporary. I met her at a temp job.
8.
This birth Writes inking down to the bone crawling up to the skull an eye opening pain now everything is different pardon my origin it is nothing to you emptied of piss and moan it's nativity is a play on worlds when the words collied we break'em down to the bomb down to the atom and spirit this god complex, etched in the skin corrodes the paradigm of terror an eye opening pain when everything is the same its texture is faint when the dead can roam within the tunnels of set the flavor is war in vain. Rameses sits between thought and belief and we can dance dance dance dance on the grave of the bland

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released August 15, 2014

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