

“Spun” by Murderwords	

‘We come, out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust’ - Rumi

V1	When you’re down and out
In a shadow of a doubt sometimes
There are no rhymes nor reasons
Treasonous seasons from time to time
When it's spinning out 
              	Of control, parts of a whole fall apart
              	Where so far from a center off 
              	It's so hard to look back upon the start

IN          	Sometimes 
It all seems part of some grand design
             	In time
              	Of these dreams, we all search for the signs
              	Sometimes
              	Whatever may come may come from inside
              	In time
              	We might learn to read between the lines

V2	Vulnerability
Weakness and fragility
Yet for every ounce of strength
brought to bear
To avoid what we’re afraid to see	
     	If I reach out to you
	And you reach out to me, 
	When contact is made in between 
	the space that we must face to be

IN          	Sometimes 
It all seems part of some grand design
             	In time
              	Of these dreams, we all search for the signs
              	Sometimes
              	Whatever may come may come from inside
              	In time
              	We might learn to read between the lines

CH	All, spun out—
no time, runs out
No space, is closing in—
no rhyme, no reason
All, strung out—
entangled in-a- 
shad-ow-of a, doubt
Enter the center,
or fall, spun out

No rhyme, no reason!
	
BR	Instrumental Break… When it's spinning 
out, of control, parts of a whole fall apart
No rhyme, no reason… x4

V3	As I spin in doubt, scattering those caught 
within this down and out.
As I push you away into distance,
But draw you all into my turning ‘round - 
- Burning out.
Gravity, 
geometry, and entropy—
Whatever may come,
May come to pass— Away, and yet 
through you, the heart of me.

IN
	
CH	        Sometimes 
                It all seems part of some grand design
             	In time
              	Of these dreams, we all search for the signs
              	Sometimes
              	Whatever may come may come from inside
              	In time
              	We might learn to read between the lines

	        No rhyme, no reason!

V1/OUTRO




"SPUN"

"Behind" by Art0fficial 1nstrument

<V1> In a shadow,
         over the land
         Out of the wilds,
         came, the call

<V2> In a matter,
          of a moment
          Out of all the time
          Same for one and all

<CH> I'd try to run, but I could,
           never, outrun, myself
           Need must be done, but I for,
           One don't know what else would
           I'd try to run, but I could,
           never, outrun, myself
           Freedom of one, But I for,
           am ever someone else

<V3> Am I a shadow,
         over my own land?
         Out of my own wilds;
         The one, behind, it all?!

<V4> Or am I just,
          made of stardust?
          Afraid to, place trust in, 
                                                          what, 
                                                                      becomes of.

"Behind"

''Ghost State'' By Murderwords 

I don’ wanna get up out of dis bed, imma stay in my onesie and pretend I’m dead, I should probably look for a job but instead y’all sank the economy into the ground while I wasn’t around, sounds like a youuuuuu - problem, 
poverties’ problems tend to solve themselves, Novelty items on clearance shelves, hard goods no longer needed while we struggling paying for food. C’mon man, You’re so negative dude - whatever, maybe I wouldn’t be if you would only be so damn kind as to offer me a sedative, all this is relative, we all been born in a helluva time to be on meditative hiatus, ain’t playing - poor mood, wondering what about any of what is happening is good, Baggage made a face on my face and its slowly erasing me,  chasing me down in my dreams and it screams, ‘be-the bag-that-you-born-to-be, and I will help carry you to your destiny and we will play like we never got to when I was a kid in the days that were meant to be free’ And I see, through eyeholes clearly, that this world is fucking nearly at the end, we can’t pretend we didn’t want it, after all we’ll come to haunt this lost fate, circling the toilet of spoilers around -  loitering on lost ground -  I murder words in a - Ghost State - 

-words,words,Murder, words,words, words - I Murderwords in a ghost state-words,words, Murder, words, words, words,words

Ghost with the most in a bag of magz, best not lag lad, its gonna get bad before it gets better, ya know how it goes when we’all after that chedda, for better or worse, perverse things, done, down to-the letter and don’t ever forget it, if I were to bet I’d set my wager on the hegemonic dominant minority 1% paying out 10% to police the rest of us to pay the 
rent, while y’all preying on each other with every ism in the great schism, multiculturalism, is where cultures go to die, so-long-as-classism-cur-ates - multi-culturalism, is my criticism - if I may interject, meaning no disrespect, but money does some real bad things to the human, meat costumes, and I might say, I’m baffled by their treacherous cosplay when they only hurt themselves for every one of them falls prey to the worst of the lot, first of all, let me tell you, its your faces that attract the attention in the first place, put a Bag mask on it and suddenly you disappear, but you have never really been as here as you have ever appeared, and they look into your eyeholes like they looking at fear, but they misunderstand, they only look in a mirror, and whatever they see there, is whatever they be there - I’m a bag full of promises, find out at the bottom…I’m a nemesis, final boss, knock on my door, end up endure my premises - memesis- socio-politico genesis of a bag full of problems - I promised - Blunt toward empathy, front toward enemy, devoted to entropy, floating all emptily, Ghost State of mind, kinda drift in from the side wind, timed like a surgical strike, dropped form a mic on ya - 

words, words, words, words - Murder-
words, words, words, - I Murderwords in a ghost state
words, words - Murder - 
words, words, words, words - Murder - 

You an Error 404, file not found, four on the floor, look at the ceiling, show you the door, charge you 1% tax and feed you to the poor, ha! - and we just won't talk about you anymore. [Murder] A big mac attack in a drive thru, milkshake making all the boys in the yard uncomfortable, Field bubble, let’s shake your world up out the rubble and let go of your troubles or double down on your foot in yo mouth, piece of the puzzle - how’s that working out for ya, certainly aim,, to never bore ya, killing it with words of murder, next time you say my rhyme is absurd, guess you never heard around the town;
My words are - 

Murder.

''Ghost State'' (Freestyle Awfulness)

“As it Draws Near” By Murderwords

This is fine,
a place to stop as any
End of the line; Across empty space
and miles a plenty

As it draws near,
nothing to fear,
but fear itself

In silence to hear
Echoes after all, and
Yet something else

This is fine,
a place to stop as any
End of the line; Across empty space
and miles a plenty

As it draws near,
nothing to fear,
but fear itself

In silence to hear
Echoes after all, and
Yet something else

This is…

This is fine, 
a place to stop as any
End of the line; Across empty space
and miles a plenty

Instrumental Break

…THIS IS FINE!!!

As it draws near,
nothing to fear,
but fear itself

In silence to hear!
Echoes after all, and
Yet something else

Nothing to fear,
but fear itself

In silence to hear!
Echoes after all, and
Yet something else

This is fine.

As it Draws Near

"That's Fine Dude, I'm not Mad at You" By Murderwords

V1: Meet me in Middlesex, between the excess of Essex and the ethics of Wessex, amidst the left and the right, in the twilight between the day and the night, meet me in Middlesex, there is so much to correct. 

V2: And in the meantime, in the middle of the frey, it’s a lean time, and the people are afraid, lean into the meantime and get it done and on your way, meet me in Middlesex, reclaim what you say.

Chorus: That’s fine dude, I’m not mad at you, I could have followed commands, you could have been less rude, people could’ve stood back a bit, instead of taking sides and making mistakes for foolish pride, that’s how she died, that’s how he killed, that’s how it always ends up with our blood being spilled, Things fall apart and the center does not hold, mere anarchy is loosed upon the world

V3: Meet me in Middlesex, in the grey area betwixt the mass hysteria, mis, dis, malinformation and lies, amidst the hegemony of the demographics and their interests like villages along the rise. 

oV4:  And in the meantime, in the middle of the frey, it’s a lean time, and the people are afraid, lean into the meantime and get it done and on your way, meet me in Middlesex, reclaim what you say.

Chorus:  That’s fine dude, I’m not mad at you, I could have followed commands, you could have been less rude, people could’ve stood back a bit, instead of being in the habit of taking sides and making mistakes for foolish pride, that’s how she died, that’s how he killed, that’s how it always ends up with our blood being spilled, Things fall apart and the center does not hold, mere anarchy is loosed upon the world

RIP Renee Nicole Good, you were better than all of us.

"That's Fine Dude, I'm not Mad at You"

“Spiritual Hypocolonic” By Murderworders

“Hello humans, thank you for coming out to our high noon Sunday high intensity high-pocolonic is the spirit, I will be your host Murderwords. After a sick weekend of activities, let us take some time to recalibrate. We want to start by standing in a relaxed posture and taking alternate nebulizer breaths until we stabilize, intensity in, anxiety out, anxiety in, and surrender to various cat stretches, that’s good, now we want to look up into the sky and just ya know, really get a good look at it, try not to gaze through one another’s personal space, it will completely destroy their chakras, just kidding, don’t forget to breathe. OK, fantastic, now we want to transition to downward spiral and fixate on something on the ground, an errant Good Luck Troll, trinket or lost candy, focus all that is left in you to focus and - 

HEY! are you even paying attention, I said breathe, yer not going pass out, you can’t just stretch and not breathe, it defeats the entire purpose of doing drugs and partying. OK, you are doing great we’re gonna wrap up here with a tree pose, don’t worry if you fall down, we are way past the point of impressing anybody.Excellent, see you all fell down anyway, its 39 degrees out here. We will finish up with by taking 5 minutes to try to get into a comfortable position, which may fell impossible after a week of this mayhem, but breathe, keep breathing, not even worrying about how you are getting home at all, that’s tomorrow, debt is not going anywhere, the world is stagnant and life is a series of algorithmically programmed experiences, not a care in the world. OK, now let’s all embrace the person next to you and really breathe them in, Do you smell that, that’s love. Thank you for joining us, you should go home now, me, nah Imma stay.”

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