Poetry from the soul. Just havin' some fun.

Cataclysm (Refuge, Red 45, Dyception) - Sounds From The Soul (live)

A little story. Honestly, my apologies for quality.

Lyrics:
Screamin release the demons while pleadin for reason seasons of treason teeter on feverish heat and beat her down till she's bleedin/ schemers schemin and dreamin to snatch the sequins fleet footed and fleein with all the sheets and the ink pens/ pretty little shifty witty itty bitty kitty kitties glitz the shitty iffy icky city wit a little ditty/ fifty milli sickly lilies rip the chickies quickly all willy nilly sticking wit a really ill bit of killing/ falling forward faster than a fickle fuckin father/ when his daughter stopped followin his orders with no bother/ brother-mother wonderin just what the fuck happened/ seein baby-little sister givin strangers lap dances/ methamphetamine, mezzanine, ketamine, testin her, everything, pressuring/ little stripper to get jacked and ripped, bringin her to the brink/ thinkin "maybe if they blink I can dip in their ink"/ faster down the rabbit hole she goes losing all control of her soul, burned all the bridges now she's left froze lying on that cold road/

From a stripper to a hooker not a stunner or a looker big daddy pimpin shook her and said "bitch whatchu lookin fer?!" Hooked her to the drugs mother fucker took her from her mother promised her a better life but it was nothin but the other/ funny dummy promised her money and a little somethin when she got hungry/ but it was all lies all eyes on her while she balanced on the fault lines/ took her eye off the ball twice and found out where the walls lie/ in a false sky she was the fall guy all night watchin paint on the walls dry/ followin her sorrow to the hollow stoppin not to smell the flowers but the bodies rottin bein swallowed by the crows/ conquered by the coke that he fed her feelin better? Never. Couldn't let her get away holdin tight on that tether/ dulled the pain every day with fantasies of moms rockin/ asked trick "last one made me bleed, you gonna top it?"/ "watch it little girl knock it off with the talkin." But it only took one glock shot to make her clock stop and turn that prison into a coffin/

Slidin' Down The Pole

Just a little something I wrote a few days ago. It has a partner song paired with it as well. Which I'll try to record soon.

Lyrics: 
I was a permanent glass idol shattered by a sadistic lack of passion/ boycotting open books for no reason other than feeling that I have to/ there's no reason to cry anymore when that doors been slammed in so many ways/ that's why I stained black my mirrors to escape my cracked face/ peel the mask back and witness vivid colors drippin from iris/ so many different faces crippled with identity crisis/ scars part to let rotten roses grow out and in em/ and I transcend reality to be a part of a celestial algorithm/ devout to fiction and nothing else, stuck up on this dusty shelf, tucked inside a rusted self, are the signs of needed help/ ridin in the million bellies of a murder of crows/ my destiny is to live in the pitch black of the dark below/ start to show signs of a heart that's armed to blow/ it takes one kiss on the cheek of the meek to cause an ark to explode/ pathological wars of men get smothered by the hordes of zen/ but I get more when the kavorkian stories nestle on my porch again/

The perceptions percussion functions like perfect combustion to turn the earth into a black hole through essential destruction/ evidential repercussions cause residential disgust but it takes more than that to push ya way through the discussion/

Here we go, fallin flat on my fuckin face again/ waitin for the day when I can finally say my fate will end/ flakin on friends is probably better than fakin trends/ but my hate will mend when I decide to break or bend/ the blood splatters all over a freshly waxed floor/ when I recount all the times I tried to make my life a war/ bringin unbelievable heated trinkets to relinquish what came before/ unsheathin my sword to beat freaky demons and even the score/ nothin but owned property, slittin my throat to watch it bleed, united I divide my eyes for a self fulfilling prophecy, with the ghosts of my past lives constantly watchin me, waitin for my pulse to fade to cold cock me possess me and occupy my body/ they watch all my movements, know all my tactics/ cause they got a perfect view from the cobwebs in my attic/ all fingers point to me losin my mind to madness/ but the absence of evidence ain't the evidence of absence/ tragic

The perceptions percussion functions like perfect combustion to turn the earth into a black hole through essential destruction/ evidential repercussions cause residential disgust but it takes more than that to push ya way through the discussion/

I, Divide

Lyrics later. I think I may have fucked up the tempo a few times, because it's super fast at points, but it's pretty solid.

Dethroned

Cataclysm - Act I (Dyception, Refuge, and Red 45)

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My favorite song I've ever recorded. I am so god damned proud of this one.
Prod. Credit goes to George Harrison of The Beatles. The instrumental is 'While My Guitar Gently Weeps.'

Paradise Lost

Rapping, singing, writing, playing, all of it. But no equipment to record properly. Ah well. Soon.

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