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The penitent magdalen
02:39
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I’m empty.
Of all life i felt inside me.
Psyche.
Devoided by hypocrisy.
And I see,
Behind your fake smile of death,
that you’ve got me.
Close my eyes and Holding my breath,
unseemly.
There is wickedness.
In their words,
Sharpest teeth,
For a bloodlust.
Refrain:
The Prince of Darkness is a gentleman.
And So they Say. And so they Say.
As it turns out, they're right, a gentleman.
So they Say. And so they Say.
Beneath Hypocrisy,
only Remains nihilism.
I bargained with the thing hidden in the crypt,
He takes the lead like Molazar in The Keep.
Oh ! please take my enemies,
thoses malignant narcissist,
release me from their grip,
drive them all to agony.
There is wickedness
In their words,
Sharpest teeth,
For a bloodlust.
Refrain:
The Prince of Darkness is a gentleman.
And So they Say. And so they Say.
As it turns out, they're right, a gentleman.
So they Say. And so they Say.
Beneath Hypocrisy,
only Remains nihilism.
“Little girls, this seems to say /
Never stop upon your way /
Never trust a stranger friend /
No-one knows how it will end /
As you're pretty, so be wise /
Wolves may lurk in every guise /
Now as then, 'tis simple truth /
Sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth.”
You see.
Hidden within unconscious.
In thee,
lies an desire for malicious.
But now.
I can see you trying to tempt me.
But now.
You no longer have any power over me.
You'll regret it,
Playing dumb with me
Tear you soul apart
With smile on my face.
Refrain:
Refrain:
The Prince of Darkness is a gentleman.
And So they Say. And so they Say.
As it turns out, they're right, a gentleman.
So they Say. And so they Say.
Beneath Hypocrisy,
only Remains nihilism.
Beneath Hypocrisy,
only Remains nihilism.
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3. |
On the edge of insanity
05:39
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On the road to take me home,
the light of my headlights.
On the road I am alone,
the sleep I try to fight.
My vision turn blurs,
my hands on wheel.
I see no further,
and tiredness,
testing my will
I touched the threshold of my life.
The land of dreams,
seem not to be,
what i believed an irony that fade to black.
Refrain:
My body’s trapped, my mind is free,
in sphere of astral secrecy.
My body’s trapped, my mind is free,
but I'm on the edge of insanity.
Suddenly the night is gone,
and the highway before my eyes.
I thought my life was done,
But there’s more than meets the eyes.
The strange place where i stand,
my fail to comprehend.
I feel in danger,
when I hear growls,
out of nowhere
I touched the threshold of my life.
The constructions of human theories,
all swept away by this fake quantum anomaly.
Refrain:
My body’s trapped, my mind is free,
in sphere of astral secrecy.
My body’s trapped, my mind is free,
but I'm on the edge of insanity.
Interlude:
A trap for my existence.
By highest intelligences.
Would I have noclip,
the Foundation know it.
I would like to pray for someone help.
No more time for questions,
but flee for my life.
Through liminal spaces,
through liminal places.
Something is coming,
sneaking and scratching.
Now i remember,
why i'm so afraid of the dark.
I touched the threshold of my life.
The land of dreams,
seem not to be,
what i believed an irony to entropy.
Refrain:
My body’s trapped, my mind is free,
in sphere of astral secrecy.
My body’s trapped, my mind is free,
but I'm on the edge of insanity.
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4. |
#Toxic1ty 0f my @pp$
04:53
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Tell me where is love,
when we are so swapped.
Let’s see from above,
to my bondage wrapped.
Sun is shine,
but no one didn't care.
It's on a reel that's fine. Yeah.
(Latin choir)
Tu fuis ego eris(1).
Sine fine offero(2).
Tu fuis ego eris.
Sine fine offero.
Servus eris(3).
Vacuus es(4).
Servus eris.
In carcere tuo ego(5).
Servus eris.
Vacuus es.
Servus eris.
In carcere tuo ego.
Refrain:
You tell me I’m so beautiful ,
come on and lie to me,
click on the like to me,
spleen of my vanity sanity,
toxicity from my apps.
servus eris,
vacuus es,
servus eris,
in carcere tuo ego.
Servus eris.
Vacuus es.
Servus eris.
In carcere tuo ego.
Tu fuis ego eris Sine fine offero.
Tu fuis ego eris Sine fine offero.
Don't look straight ahead,
but under your head,
your life pass in a blink,
but you world are on story.
Strange behavior for all boomers.
You'll free from the void.
Servus eris.
Vacuus es.
Servus eris.
In carcere tuo ego.
Servus eris.
Vacuus es.
Servus eris.
In carcere tuo ego.
Refrain:
You tell me I’m so beautiful,
come on and lie to me,
click on the like to me,
spleen of my vanity sanity,
toxicity from my apps.
tu fuis ego eris, sine fine offero,
tu fuis ego eris, sine fine offero.
My old soul,
is trapped for life.
Gone so dumb.
Gone so dumb.
All you have to is look in from of you.
Tu fuis ego eris.
Sine fine offero.
Tu fuis ego eris.
Sine fine offero.
(1) What you are, I was; what I am, you will be.
(2) I offer without end.
(3) You will be a servant.
(4) You are empty.
(5) In the prison of your ego.
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Fine silverware on high-end tablecloth,
stealthy but not too much,
why apologize.
Those below are so worthless,
Never approach they’re faceless,
They free will goes to down.
The watch dog will protect us,
they have some bones to gnaw.
Why be wise,
Theie free will has collapsed.
See from above those below.
Let them see us feasting.
Restrictions ‘s not for us.
We are above the law.
Refrain:
Oooooh it’s a haiku for the perverted ones, upper class.
haiku haiku haiku for the perverts,
haiku haiku haiku they deserve it,
dinner can be easily clandestine.
Next week we'll talk about other things yeah.
6 P.M sunny with Jean C and all friends,
6 P.M sunny with Jean C and all friends.
It’s just the weekly clash for a new drama.
Next week a new one, will pop on my feed.
Those below are so worthless,
Never approach they’re faceless,
They free will goes to down.
Refrain:
Oooooh it’s a haiku for the perverted ones, upper class.
Haiku haiku haiku for the perverts,
haiku haiku haiku they deserve it,
dinner can be easily clandestine.
Next week we'll talk about other things yeah.
6 P.M sunny with Jean C and all friends,
6 P.M sunny with Jean C and all friends.
This caste system deserve more than a text.
A lampoon for those heart emptiness.
How long must we have to suffer?
To play a game that never seemed fair.
There's no runoff to come.
Starvation till they've done.
Who cares when we eat yourself?
6 P.M sunny with Jean C and all friends,
6 P.M sunny with Jean C and all friends.
They do know where they come from,
highest lineage,
they doesn't need us anymore,
runoff is a lie.
See from above those below.
Let them see us feasting.
Restrictions ‘s not for us.
We are above the law.
My Haiku is a mantra,
to never forget.
The storm is coming for us and all shall suit yellow vests.
Those below are so worthless,
Never approach they’re faceless,
They free will goes to down.
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The way forward is blocked in front of us.
But our life and youth is turning into dust.
Look around me deaf dumb and blind monkeys.
Servile species with inferior ideas.
The unlife you consent to.
Apathetic is all you do.
In your eye the vital flame goes out.
We, overload our bodies and minds.
We, are the future, the new breed,
in the world after.
Refrain:
ohohohoooooh.
Lurk in the Plato's cave.
ohohohoooooh.
Disgust is on my face.
ohohohoooooh.
Stuck in the Plato's cave.
ohohohoooooh.
Shadows dance on our grave.
You feed, you twit, you like, with no discerns.
And pervert politics is not your concern.
Selfish behaviors as if you're alone.
Decerebrated to the last atom.
The A.I you consented to.
Reposting is all you do.
In your eye the vital flame goes out.
We, overload our bodies and minds.
We, are the future, the new breed,
in the World After.
Long live to the new flesh.
The construction of ignorance.
Long live to the new flesh.
The construction of consent.
Long live to the new flesh.
Addicted to connection.
The factory of ignorance.
They close the coffin while you're inside.
The factory of indifference.
You're too narcissistic to recognize
The factory of ignorance.
And you won’t see it before you die.
Refrain:
ohohohoooooh.
Lurk in the Plato's cave.
ohohohoooooh.
Disgust is on my face.
ohohohoooooh.
Stuck in the Plato's cave.
ohohohoooooh.
Shadows dance on our grave.
Shadows dance on our grave.
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8. |
Credo Quia Absurdum
07:21
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There is a kind of irony.
Be like those we once hated.
Just busy being carefree.
Bitter for a time wasted.
Now i facing this new age.
In the sky the clouds turn dark.
I deny this masquerade.
In the sky the sun is dark.
My souvenirs.
Like bloodstains on silk.
Carried away by the winds of change.
It's easy to make, a stupid mistake.
To carry it, to live with it.
To hide his pride beneath deny.
It easy to stray into regrets.
Just like a child, just one last time.
But at the end remorse remains.
Refrain:
Credo quia absurdum(1).
Ooooh Credo quia absurdum.
Credo quia absurdum.
Ooooh Credo quia absurdum.
There is a kind of tragedy.
To become old-fashioned soul.
Resilience not for me.
Self-obsessed living with fools.
Now i facing this new age.
In the sky the clouds turn dark.
I deny this masquerade.
In the sky the sun is dark.
My memories,
like bloodstains on hands.
That can't be wash away by a whole purgatory.
It's easy to make a stupid mistake.
To carry it, to live with it.
To hide his pride beneath deny.
It easy to stray into regrets.
Just like a child, just one last time.
But at the end remorse remains.
Refrain:
Credo quia absurdum.
Ooooh Credo quia absurdum.
Credo quia absurdum.
Ooooh Credo quia absurdum.
Now, all my prays remains in vain.
And the snacks of my childhood.
Will never come back again.
The course of time does not reboot.
Now i ‘m closed to this new age.
I let the storm carry me on.
I deny this masquerade.
In the sky the sun is dark.
Now I'm waiting.
In a house of my ghosts.
At threshold pass away, they whispers my name.
It's easy to make, a stupid mistake.
To carry it, to live with it.
To hide his pride beneath deny.
If i only have just one last chance.
To find a way with moral sense.
but at the end remorse remains.
Again and again.
Refrain:
Credo quia absurdum.
Ooooh Credo quia absurdum.
Credo quia absurdum.
Ooooh Credo quia absurdum.
(1)I believe because it is absurd.
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9. |
Suffocate in A.S.M.R
04:20
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Here we are, the end of the alley.
I ran until out of breath.
But still hear them coming to me.
Crawling and oozing they come for me,
they wanna make me one of them.
Too late for help, the night is full,
and no one in the streets and even day.
In the bowels beneath the city,
they swarm in every corners.
Human flesh their feast,
my soul an offering,
they never sleep a red glow in their eyes.
Whispering my name in the darkness,
in the darkness.
(Something comes, and i hear it crawling. Crawling)
This sacrificial knife, whispers to me.
There’s something in their eyes.
And I won't see it before I die.
They serve their master,
blind devotion,
there is something in their cries,
that making me crazy.
Fight what cannot be.
Since dawn of times,
Reality of the Ancients Gods.
You can’t resist.
No more exit.
I hunted down forever.
Here we are, the end of the alley.
I ran until out of breath.
But still hear them coming to me.
They will hunt you, they will find you
join them or suffocate in ASMR.
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10. |
The prowler in lockdown
03:08
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Through the alley,
black suit on me
you’re not at my side,
to prowl outside to night.
It’s the lock down.
Pleasant for anyone.
Do you remember,
Your inner anger.
Along the streets,
lonely I sneak
and I hear the whispers,
coming from the sewers.
Red eyes in the dark,
behind the park.
I hear rats scratching,
in trashes they feasting.
REFRAIN:
I don't expect permission.
I do not fear transgression.
A spray paint in my hands.
For those who locked us up.
I want to mark their name.
I want to tag their shame.
This night, I own the city.
Tonight they'll never catch me.
There‘re two kinds of people.
Those who's locked and those prowl.
I don’t need anyone,
to win my freedom alone.
Cause I’m the prowler in lockdown.
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