Lost Cause V.III

Concept album that never got finished about the trials of mental health.

Olympus

Zeus

Troy

Poseidon

Nike

Hades

Hats up still until it's tits up. Digging holes to smother hate down to a hushed groan. Elope with heart and ozone. Verbal permafrost that sinks down to the bone. Did you notice the rain will pour and overflow into our homes, maybe then we'll finally get our owed obits. I'm coping with the mechanisms that are left to the ocean, there's not much ground but I'm hopeful. 

Wayward were coastal, a joke to the notable and other tenaciously posted to stop the overthrow. Impossible mitas, this shit is gold. Off brand titus, we're jumping off the boat. 

It's just a swim away from whim. I Can the kid and sit atop the nest and wish that we could see the virtuous and highest all come down underneath the might of the crowd. 

Bumping the loud like a fork and knife. I'm unsung very loud like pork that cries back when you try to digest all the strife and inform all the dogs that's there's more to life. 

But it's bark and bite and there's heart to fight. We were torn to write and then sworn to fly even though the clipping of our wings was televised. So against the industry here's my advice. 

Float down the river and sing your praise against the cess that be.

The sea seems longsome to men, if they have to dare in an unsteady ship, and the sea-waves greatly frighten them, and the sea-steed does not heed the bridle.

Waves

Run it like that. I am too sick of overgrown palms to react. You are not slick, undersung psalms you redact. Hitting my lick, vertigo calms and reacts. 

Hand it back, this is my song, sung by the highs from the cracks. If you motherfuckers wanna know, that's where I'm at. I don't not want gold, that is not my path. 

There's fascists amongst these rats. You’re hating my soul. I hope my song'll change that. I am far from my home, and my goal won't change that. Little bitch I run up

run back. Strong arm bjørn on the mic from the pad. And these are my words from the Titans and clad. Now allow me to get just a little abstract. 

Sands of time loosen and decay. Staring at your phone yeah you run to run away. I am more than the foam that is born from the spray. More the potion of hold that'll aid the insane. 

 This is a blessed array of my canines, better called fangs. 
Weather out my daemons and put'em there in their place. It is not my usual method of payment but I like the taste. Tether more, let it fall, pick it up, contemplate. 

None of you fake ass bitches saw it anyway. They prop it up and leave it open, the gates of holy entropy. You’re thinking this a joke but Little bitch I ain't come here to play. If you see me now then that means that you got hell to pay. 

Shout out to Hecate. Moving arrangements aid the end of any cast away. 

I'm the type to pick it up if you are the type to call. I ain't really fuckin with ya unless all ya homies ball. Seven years ago the picture, yeah I want to want it all. I'm not hearing all your bullshit just to touch your wonderwall. 

You say you know my business, little bitch you're more than wrong. If you give us just a minute we're gonna bust into the vault. Lifting up my enemies so that I can watch em fall. You offer treachery. I'mma snip you by the balls. 

See there he A BITCH, the fuck you was thinking I ain’t riding with a snitch. I’m trying to get to work but you fucking pussywhipped. Then she up and left your ass now you’re out here sucking dick. That's karma. 

Friends fucking over they friends for a check. Don’t make no sense, my brother I’ll kill for my debt. That's bloodshed, eye for an eye, intent. I respect that you have to die over this. 

When the angels come to hold my throat I hope I see you choke.

Breakdown

I'm saying the way we communicating with the stars gonna be our saving grace
The way up there to David. In the arms of angels
Purely calculated advantageous feats we’re making at the haunt
Gotta get with it the limit is when we stop

We’re listening to the gods
It’s hidden within the odds and in and outs of all that’s happening
Of course the datas baffling

Capturing our attention in waves
Godsend challenging
Our practices practically can’t compete


Either way we gotta wait
We’ve gotta solve a lot of problems and that ain’t up for debate
Silver city or major icky I’m still on higher stakes
I’m moving more than my weight
We’ve been encroaching upon the gate

Dawg it’s more than mortal fate
For my descendants i'm with the mission beyond the milky way
Transcendents of time and space

But shit 
I get a bit carried away

All I'm saying is we'll make it but we need communication

Communication

Twice published poet/Rapper/Producer from Arkansas. 

stop fucking around 

bjørn slåder

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