IF I GO

IS THIS IT

I'M DONE

USED TO BE

WANT ME

PARADOX BABY INTERLUDE

WANDERER Ft. OVERPADE

COUGHING FIT

THE PREACHER

PINCH MYSELF

Garden of Delusion [Full Album] 2024

Duck

For my enemies, seems to be no real way to survive
when hatred collides with instinct in a dangerous time

Instinct

Ephemeral Love feat. Gao the Arsonist

Lotus
Same Dance
Nothing Changes
(I have a)Problem
Twy it
Lullaby 2
Donkey Kong GB
(I can't) Understand it
Itch/ /Scratch
Still in this Realm/ /Melons

Funeral Grooves 2

4:37
Eyes flutter open
Wince at the harsh blade of light crawling through the chipped corners of the tinted windows
4:41
Breakfast
Watery oatmeal substitute
Juice of some fruit, imported from an off-world colony since there is no flora on idem
4:49
Instinctively clutch at left breast pocket for communion vial
Fuck
8 days since I last partook
5:0- ugh
Who the fuck cares
My entire body's stiff, preparing for that sickeningly polite knock at the compound gate
Fucking Greyshirts
I smile
I greet
I sweat
I shake
Their shifting weight coaxes out a squeal from the floorboards and my teeth clench behind my curled lips
Motherfuckers are standing on 8 days worth of Manna
Fuck
Manna
Fucking brain-death pills
I'm feeling things I didn't know could be felt
I'm thinking things I know shouldn't be thought
Just how much has he taken from me

All citizens must gather in the tabernacle at the dawn of the eclipsing binary to participate in the biannual Public Communion
Absence or abstinence is a punishable offense

Journal Entry 2,919

Sulphurlust

Gray Rebellion

And with that
My inhibitions crumbled

They postured
Embellishing
Living dawn, dusk
As repetitive waste
We were awestruck
By the benefits
Now I coughed up
All the sedatives
Man was brought up
They beheaded him
I was nauseous
At the sight of the stage
Could no longer
Sit like sediment
There were others who shared the sentiment
Feel a touch on my shoulder, amongst the commotion, I brush off the owner of the firm Grip
Then it's clutching me, I'm frozen, tongue still bunched up like I'm holding, Manna
Hoping my bluff may have the Greyshirts tricked
I turn but I'm not met with my reflection in a visor
A girl in identical penitentiary attire
She raises her sleeve for a fifth of a second
No mistaking the green that was stitched in the threading
That's it
People fighting for the freedom of the masses
She told me she'd been watching me for the past week
She said she sees the purpose leaking from stance, we
We've been waiting for our numbers to amass
She painted a picture of a plan where Koja is assassinated
I had a chance to become greater than a passive agent
No more low-level contraband as a statement
No more colored rubber bands in the basement
No more other subtle action, playing safe
Fucker's gonna get explosives blasting in his face
I'm asking exactly how much time we have to wait
Yuh
She said in 6 months, at the next solstice
We're headed for the promise land, we'll split oceans
Eyes shining bright with a new drive, new focus
Standing by so I can prove my use to
Myself

Burning Hate

Epilogue

Children of Koja, citizens of the Covenant
The council rejoices in gifting you
The privilege of celebrating the 182nd post-conception binary solstice
Signifying nigh 2 centuries of unprecedented stability among civil society
The chemical eradication of existentialism is reaped by the general populace
And cannot be without the salvation of Communion
Gone are the days our species idly toy
With intangible concepts of purpose and fulfillment
We are now free of abstract and rooted solely in the actual

Could have sworn that my eyelids were taped to my cheeks
I was born in the right kind of place for the meek
Fed and you can bite without breaking your teeth
Only thing is that he siphons your taste for his feast
New lows, I'm still bored of monotony
Fuck
Through culture, they performed a lobotomy
Only grey threads ever wove into cardigans
Been hoarding the pills they implore you to swallow
It was torture to follow
I slip into cinderblocks by the door
The weight a tradeoff to make sure our limbs are not striking stone
Picked apart my brain, I flipped and I thought of striking gold
Since kindergarten, we were told about Communion

Been a week without tablets
In all honesty, I'm feeling weak without tablets
From the mountain top, the prophets bringing down the tablets
Splitting headache, from the sound of scratching out commandments
Now the tape's cut

All citizens must gather in the tabernacle at the dawn of the eclipsing binary
To participate in the biannual Public Communion
Absence or abstinence is a punishable offense

Welcome to Idem

Wake up on the day
I'm gonna suffocate
Butterflies with butterfly knives
Toughing out the stomach pains
Enough with subtle,
Blood'll run, cut down all in my wake
Smuggled bomb in my waistband, tucked in a hidden place
Wake up on the day
I'm gonna suffocate
Butterflies with butterfly knives
Toughing out the stomach pains
Enough with subtle,
Blood'll run, cut down all in my wake
Smuggled bomb in my waistband, tucked in a hidden place

Homemade explosive is strapped to my belt
Hundreds are involved with the plan to rebel
It's the day of the solstice
Gathered at the tabernacle, shoulder to shoulder
Square is packed with the shells of people
Sheltered people
Helpless people
We'll help the people see the light
But first, we need to see the light of the fire through the smoke
Mouthing prayers I don't know, like
(Yeah) Our father
Please don't make me a martyr
Slip in silent
Kill the tyrant
Easy assassination target
(Yeah) Our father
Please don't make me a martyr
Please don't make me a martyr
Please don't make me a martyr
Bitch, I'll take up arms before I raise them
Fists pound in the air in adoration
This crowd don't even know we 'bout to save them
Remember, get down get down get down
Stand at the vantage point, get the plastic explosives planted and scatter
Weave through the people
Ain't hearing or seeing no evil
About 300 hundred meters from the maximum damage
Get in, get out real quick, real easy
Just a few minutes and we'll all be

See The Light

Give the man a round of applause
Villain looking down at the crowd from the watchtower
Bone to pick, we all his hounds, we his dogs
Our lives is sanitized like antiseptic dousing the gauze, now we're
Gathered underneath the banister at dawn
Attendance checked by the feds, if you absent then you brought up
Kneeling, often squealing, make example of you
Strong-armed
We kept in check but even pawn is a euphemism
Preach that freedom's being robbed but, who you kidding
Keep my head down so I don't lose it, yeah I choose to fit in
Petty rebel, I hoard colored fabric, shot of booze is hidden
Tucked between the floorboards 'till muster strength for true resistance
Fantasizing that I'll shoot the ruler, prove I'm different
Recoil at the very thought of punishment like Ruger kicking
Pretend butter knives are murder weapons when I use the kitchen
What if I drew pistol, lose my status as a moving piston
Revolt
Cause some
Results
Bravado
Dissolves
I find my own cowardice revolting

It don't even matter 'cos he sit on the throne, iron fist, silver tongue
All the powers of the pulpit
We ain't citizens, we cultists
Passion was assassinated, listen to the culprit speaking
Cope by indulging in lives of alter egos
No libido here
Sulphur breeds the fear
I'm silent

Applause

s w e a t (w/ Soft Eyez)

Conscience

Blow (Daruma Flip)

Count the teeth in mouths and body bags,
they zip em both up

drowning speech that ripples through the peace like skipping stones does

how they clean the red on they lapels
by printing posters

how the fiends kill children but they scared twitter posts

concentration on religon,
information, false revision,
population in a prison,
but they fed and making revenue,
poor from 88 to point 7 whos,
to judge if they ones to have the gavel,
bans on travel
banners, flags are on the banisters,
armed with gas cannisters
and rifles
dont trifle
with the man
anti idols so they fucking slapping bibles outta hands,
quite ironic as they purged all spies and rightists with a glance,
built on broken fingers, devils making work of idle hands
nigga


brood of vipers in the palace



if this a party wheres ur invite

if you're a criminal for exposing a crime, you're ruled by criminals

𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐧ƚ𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

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