Lyrics

Summon a sentience from an abundance of emptiness.
No connectivity. Honestly common for solemn proclivities.
Had an epiphany - visions of enemies burning in effigy.
Feel like Persephone, taken away to a place that's not meant for me.
Or like a Kennedy, not 'cause I'm powerful,
'Cause I'll die violently. Make a devouring mother
A towering figure and silently practice your cowering
In a calamity. How are you sleeping?
Are you not grieving for a lost innocence, one you exchanged for a feeling of eminence?

I hate your money, your glamour, your opulence,
Moron's Extravagance, garbage aesthetic of wealth.
Mediocrity hides in the spectacle. Substanceless posturing. 
Can't wait to see you in Hell.

Steely austerity hiding the scavenger of moral clarity.
I hate your charity. I wouldn't need it if not for disparities
You manufactured for parody's pleasure-bound measures to hound and embarrass me.
No aristocracy goes without saying "please pity me.
Please, it's not enough that I covet it. Please, I need to be so beloved that
Seas part for my infernal covenant. Suffering's something that I can relieve.
Look at my teeth. Weep for the predator given the task of humanity's editor,
Senator's son, generous creditor. Why can't you love me for morsels I leave?

Samples

1. Man from Tanganyika, McCoy Tyner, Tender Moments (1968)
2. Solo Voice and Electronics, Pamela Z, Live Performance (November 19, 2017)
3. Heliocentric, Sun Ra, The Heliocentric Worlds of Sun Ra, Volume One (1965)



Can't Wait to See You in Hell

Anechka The Rabbit