STAY SLUDGED.

Refrain
 
Fit me in 50th percentile//
 
Ligament tensile strength on the uptick//
 
Double time, upgrade on the optics//
 
Plus signs, product made over clock ticks//
 
Statistics slip under threshold//
 
Chip in your head goes blank and you drop limp//
 
Digits flicker by the millisecond//
 
Stop//
 
Buried with the scrap metal and the toxins//
 
 
Verse 1
 
I was brought from the Brink as a Hollowman//
 
Synthetic skin and some ink with my model name//
 
They blurred birth to manufacture living ottomans//
 
Flesh and blood automaton//
 
Robbed of our autonomy//
 
Dissect child like Solomon//
 
Prop up our economy//
 
Analytics etched into eyelids//
 
Can't rest without projected figures and projections//
 
Telling me what percentage of my life is//
Hook
 
Worthless//
 
Serial number with the purchase//
 
Seeing our numbers didn’t hurt us//
 
Hollowmen crushed up in the furnace//
 
Worthless//
 
Material salvaged and repurposed//
Burial in a landfill where the dirt is//
 
Check underneath the panel with the circuits//
 
Analytics earned this//
 
 
Verse 2
 
 
No absolution for obsoletion//
 
Calculate and balance out the cost of breathing//
 
Existential panic if stats drop//
 
For even a moment//
 
In need of atonement for treason//
 
I breached contract//
 
Hollows keep on track//
 
Dead slaves dip below the numbers we were bought at//
 
Pray to the digits as wait for the void//
 
I've been safe for a minute now//
 
Escaped and avoided//
Refrain
 
Fit me in 50th percentile//
 
Ligament tensile strength on the uptick//
 
Double time, upgrade on the optics//
 
Plus signs, product made over clock ticks//
 
Statistics slip under threshold//
 
Chip in your head goes blank and you drop limp//
 
Digits flicker by the millisecond//
 
Stop//
 
Buried with the scrap metal and the toxins//
 
Verse 3
 
Patience//
 
Maybe it's latent//
 
Fuel in my veins deemed waste by equations//
 
Never seen a Hollow who became an assailant//
 
Still alive because of some mistakes in creation//
 
Glitch in my implant//
 
So concerned with the formulas//
 
They're burnt into corneas//
 
I murdered employers and walked//
 
A dying pulse was the last stat I watched//
 
It's ironic that I laughed as it dropped//
 
Huh//
 
BRIDGE
 
How did I bow to the stats//
 
Showered and drowned in the bath//
 
Cowardice outed weak//
 
Ground into powder and ash//
 
I found the power in sleep//
 
Towers are bound to collapse//
 
You think I'm hollow and lost//
 
I just rerouted the path//

Hook
 
Worthless//
 
Serial number with the purchase//
 
Seeing our numbers didn’t hurt us//
 
Hollowmen crushed up in the furnace//
 
Worthless//
 
Material salvaged and repurposed//
Burial in a landfill where the dirt is//
 
Check underneath the panel with the circuits//
 
Analytics earned this//
 
OUTRO

*I was brought from the brink as a Hollowman*

Refrain
 
Fit me in 50th percentile//
 
Ligament tensile strength on the uptick//
 
Double time, upgrade on the optics//
 
Plus signs, product made over clock ticks//
 
Statistics slip under threshold//
 
Chip in your head goes blank and you drop limp//
 
Digits flicker by the millisecond//
 
Stop//
 
Buried with the scrap metal and the toxins//

HOLLOWMAN

Mixing and mastering by the beanie bandit NotNevi

Lyrics:

I'll be empty handed if I ever drop the gun tucked in my belt//
Rummage through my pockets but there's nothing much to offer but myself//

I don't got a choice, there's violence in my skillset//
Now I'm self-employed for targets clients haven't killed yet//
I tried robbing lady justice blind for her blade//
Just ended up with bodies of the tyrants next to children//

Eyes locked on chalkboard info//
Presidents spent time in the penthouse n**** shot through the top floor window//
I don't have a lot to love//
I don't have the stock for kinfolk//
Watch me abandon values just like the godless flock to the temple//
Botched the event//
It's was not for the gentle//

Eyes locked onto the chalkboard//
If I blink I'll fall through the boardwalk//
Still flinch at the shots like a wardog//
Knight's  bloodstained armour shines like any precious metal as long as the sword drawn//
The high of the job hasn't worn off//
I would cry 'cause I thought I was born wrong//
Lost what I swore on//
Lost what I huhh//

I'll be empty handed if I ever drop the gun tucked in my belt//
Rummage through my pockets but there's nothing much to offer but myself//

I'll be empty handed if I ever drop the gun tucked in my belt//
Gunslinger//
Body found in alley//
All my bounties tallied//
Every night I count it, add it up//
Rummage through my pockets but there's nothing much to offer but myself//
Tongue withered//
I miss the sound of any voice that isn't coming from somebody I just bound but that's enough//

Eyes locked onto the chalkboard//
If I blink I'll fall through the boardwalk//
Still flinch at the shots like a wardog//
Knight's  bloodstained armour shines like any precious metal as long as the sword drawn//
The high of the job hasn't worn off//
I would cry 'cause I thought I was born wrong//
Lost what I swore on//
Lost what I huhh//

GUNSLINGER

SLUDGETAPES

IF I MUST

GUILLOTINE

ASHES

HORSESHOE

TOOTHJAR

FIRMAMENT

AND THEY MINE FOR OUR BODIES

WITNESS

PHANTASM

CHRONOKILL

Gao the Arsonist aka Sludgegod Gao aka OJ Sludgeson aka the boy with the mask and the overalls

STAY SLUDGED

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TOOTHJAR

Gao the Arsonist (@gaothearsonist)