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AZ
03:49
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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
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Cesspool of Maya
04:49
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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
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3. |
Monetary Value
05:00
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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
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4. |
The End
03:18
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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
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Memories of Medusa
05:47
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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
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6. |
iAlone
03:35
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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
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7. |
Temp
04:22
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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.
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8. |
iOpening Pain
04:37
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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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