Lord of Low Quality

Snow (prod. Airron)

when i write the epithets of everyone I see in the mall
I just crumble
cus I am judged and I'm the judge of everyone I see
cus it all makes me higher
potion brewing, I am screwed
cus I don't understand the right call
and I am pressured 
cus if I violate the identity of someone I love
what will happen?
i might get disowned or 
I might be cast afar and I'll feel guilty
and if I offend you I'm sorry but not really at all
cus I'm tired of that

Pagan (sketch)

hey <3

theres no country for old men

troglodyte (asbestos muncher)

And we are just two moths with lanterns
Guiding each other together 
And as we’ll get closer we’ll think its the moon
But we’re both lost in each other
So don’t be so nervous when talking to me
Cus I feel so nervous too
We’ll skip all our classes and run out of town
Or whatever our minds want to do

Cus all I know is trouble 
Writ in the shelves of my blood 
And I just hope that none of my words fly you too far up into the sun

And once in a while the rattlesnake freezes to shed all of its years of pain
So draw me a picture, a metaphor I can
Weave into notes I create
Cus I know deep down we’re both really fragile
You’d melt right into my skin
So lets just be porcelain figures right now
Be terrified of all that we sinned

Cus all I know is trouble
Writ in the shelves of my blood
And I just hope that none of my words fly you far up to the sun

girl at the antique store

Father son, Holy Ghost
Which god will smite me the most
I don’t know
Now is it how they see that brings out the worst in me
I don’t know
Well some people wanna be the saddest fish in the sea
Be the storm
Be the antagonist
Cus sometimes life takes out all our tusks
Cus we’re all elephants
Docile
Smart until you drain them
Complex complicated
Angry and sedated

the elephant song

“Every Tomorrow” is inspired the unpublished book “All Tomorrows: A Billion Year Chronicle of the Myriad Species and Mixed Fortunes of Man” by C.M Kosëman/Nemo Ramjet. It is a soundtrack intended to be spoken over in presentation about the physical properties of the definition of a human species. The track features predominantly electronic synths and is intended to be an ambient track featuring curious drums in an interlude section. 
The first section of the track is set to be the backdrop of exploration and the epic story of human evolution in C.M Kosëman’s speculated book. It explores a a curious and brighter side of the future of man and the physical changes along with it. 
The second section is set as the backdrop to the tragic outcome of humanity and the myriad of fates worse than death detailed in the aforementioned book. The horrific physical states of the descendants of mankind are alluded to in this section as the mention of the Qu from the book sets the tone in motion. This section ultimately prompts the listener/audience to consider the definition of “human” as the Qu arrive and bring terrible punishment to their human subjects. This punishment drastically alters the human subjects to mutilated creatures that we would barely recognize as our counterparts. 
Both these sections prompt the reader to consider the physical characteristics that define a human being- observing this from both a positive lens of discovery and horrific genetic mutilation. 

P.S. C.M Kosëman, if you are reading this, I am a huge fan of your work and I apologize for using your most famous work instead the other underrated stuff you’ve produced. You are likely the most prolific artist in the modern day that I have come across. I look forward to the next project!

Every Tomorrow

Yozo

Modern Prometheus (scrapped)

and there she stood next to the pillars
of the elaborate antebellum house
and all I'm wondering is will her
house crumble from the inside out
she invited me inside of the chamber
and out flew all of the children
all made of her face and my hair
the broken smile of the tortured denialist

cus she's fighting the begotten
nature of jezebel to
maintain her purity
of that which she calls her god

the crimson of our crackéd love
the hills of our children's blood
leviathan and behemoth
cus we are ghosts screaming inside the walls

and vermillion is the color
of your favorite estate and
vermillion is the shade of red
where we both bleed our mistakes and
vermillion is the color
of the baby that was born but
we fail to realize
that he'll grow up forlorn

just like us
we never grew up
just like us
we never grew up

because we're fighting the begotten
nature of jezebel to
maintain our purity
of that which we call our god

the crimson of our crackéd love
the hills of our children's blood
leviathan and behemoth
cus we are ghosts screaming inside the walls
the crimson of our crackéd love
the hills of our children's blood
leviathan and behemoth
cus we are ghosts screaming inside the walls

vermillion hills

aneleh, not at all (анеля, не за что)

Play this song when you no longer think of me
And not in the romantic sense just generally
As the sun will disappear across the river
You’ll forget this stupid town in seven weeks

I’m too feeble, not effervescent 
I use smart words to degrade my sentence
And I play God in my own world
As if he were to come down and give me advice
I can’t hold back myself much longer
The voices are just getting stronger
But when the floodgates release on out
All you’ll see is a pity of a man that once was

Hear, witness me
Oh hear, witness me,

Cus we’ll all go to Valhalla’s Gates
And you’ll fall asleep dear, on the way
And I’ll leave my sword in the passenger seat 
And we’ll leave the car floating down the stream

I’ve been hiding and chiding you here
Posing behind such opaque veils you hear
In December you froze up in the cold
But you only like the winter because you got to wear that coat

Hear, witness me
Oh hear, witness me,

Because we’ll all go to Valhalla’s Gates
And you’ll fall asleep dear, on the way
And I’ll leave my sword in the passenger seat 
And we’ll leave the car floating down the stream

Valhalla

[Part One: Duval]
I used to wake up with a splinter in my chest
And I could pull it out but I’d bleed out instead
Because every step I took was a sin
Ever since I left the fourth grade, 
I could never pride myself with west winds
Or beacons
Let’s drive downtown, Phillips highway
And lose our strength to speak
Let’s drive over all the bridges
And talk about all the fishes beneath
Let’s write stupid poems about the
Mindless affection between our lips
And let’s cry to the same romantic songs
And be ashamed of ourselves

Within the margins of these pages
Footnotes of your secret language
Beget my conscious, keep my secrets
I feel safe when there’s no image

My infatuations are to surmount
I can’t look in your eyes when you’re reading my mouth
And if I’d hold you only one time
Then you’d hope that I’m sane when you look in my eyes
And if I’d bore you with all my talk
You’d not hitch my drive home, you’d just rather walk
Alone away from all my depravity
And laugh it off with all your friends, just rather silly

[Part Two: The Garden of Eden is in Bristol, Florida]

I wish it was just simple like “I hated everything today”
I lie, I cheat, I steal, and then
pre-construct the words I say
I’m god inside my head until
I speak, and watch my pride erase
never honest never clear
Expressionless God, you placate
I made all the flood, the fall
And never planned a seventh day
Cus when I try to give my thoughts
That’s all that you need to figure out that I’m completely
A waste of time and empathy

Hate the way you deal yourself out, like nothing at all, nothing at all
Hate the way you deal yourself out, like grounded grams of adderall
No amount of therapy will help you out of the things you claim to
See and do cus Vergil has a special hell written out for your

Spineless fiends (I’d be lying if,)
Spineless fiends (I were innocent)
Spineless fiends (I can only think)
Spineless fiends (You’re doing better)

Reading the margins of your pages
I know all of your declensions
Pay no mind, and keep my secrets
I kept faith in lack of image
And I paid dearly


[Part Three: April 8, 1300]
This isn’t an anthem, for any protagonists
Who find solace in a mellow tune
This isn’t for the bards, or any soothsayer
Who records but is always forgotten
This isn’t for the spiteful or any of the men at troy
Who watched their city walls collapse
Nor is it for the dreamer, who dreams of another
To weave the voids in all the gaps
The forsaken, unholy- this isn’t to cleanse the soul or
Absolve one or two from sin
Nor is it for the pilgrim, who leaves those city dwellers
Abusing their one holy gift
This isn’t for the holy, who I’d never hold a candle 
To talk to the one above
Nor is it unworthy, for any rake or widow
To find comfort in this trough

[Part Four: Asphodel]

Odī et āmō. Quare id faciam
Fortasse requiris.
Nescio, sed fieri sentiet excrucior

[Part Five: A Gray House]

Hey, hey, hey, you came back to see me
Like father, like son before, you live so easily
So let’s not pick up right where we left off
Because the things that I showed you and taught,
Well it payed off

You were smart for them not to notice
Your denial kept them out your focus
The ferryman of my river of horrors
A hand of comfort in my dark corner
But you’re at fault for just keeping me
Stuck in the wrath of complacency 
You were always counting all your years
You were never a privateer

Because I sailed forward through crystal clear rivers for golden hills with dragons and sycamore
You abandoned these crystal clear rivers for golden hills with dragons and sycamore

The path we made was long and short
I helped to sail you out of port
And every time you found yourself 
You fell into a deeper hell
And then you finally left the nest
And fell right flat and took a rest
Your friends were all so self-obsessed 
But you look like the day you left

The Kitheriad

sr13

What side and part of me
Did you see and perceive when you were near me
I’m sick of writing songs 
Concerning me and you because it’s selfish and you won’t hear me
I’d like to think that both of us knew each other well but I can’t agree that I knew you when you said
That all my struggles, all my turmoils and hatred, would be washed away, and that things would get better
Well you were so naïve but I won’t put the blame on you, because I was too, and that won’t ever change
I won’t act wiser or mature like I’m the better one, becauseI’m still spiteful, in every song that I make
Haste with your time because it always finds a way to trap you in a bucket
You’d never harm, you’re like a warship on standby, like a hoarder whose lost yearning to covet

And it’s not like you’re in a daze intently
Not like you’re hung on my last word
Not like you’re high in some sort of solace
Not like you’re God in your own world
Half-hearted words and vapid gestures 
Need validation when you’re alone
You wanted to be a neurosurgeon
To study the reasons behind your tone

But you found warmth
And it’s fire from the smoke alarm
But you found warmth
And it’s fire from the smoke alarm

Oh what a shame, invoke thy muses
Recount on all the childhood lost
Give an excuse, rationalize senseless
Tell me why he invades your sloth
And why must I pity what’s been sympathized 
Hear my words and read through the lines
Cry to the notes and sulk to the chords but
Hear my words, comprehend my sigh

Hwæt

And five obsessions, that I keep to me, keep to me, and no one else should know 
And four mirrored walls, I should keep myself, keep myself in to reflect on my sins 
And I once was god, well I used to be, used to be, when my head was more clear 
And I couldn’t hold, myself back from my own wrath cast upon their eyes 
Cus this body stays, consuming more than it can take, I need more ichor 
And this brain will stay, undetermined, motivationless, in the shadows consuming 
Cus all that I need, is everything to myself, that’ll maybe absolve me 

Cus these sins will haunt me in heaven 

I’m still goddamn trying not to keep myself alone
I can’t put the words right in my mouth
Too hesitant to be too loud
I’m still goddamn trying not to keep myself too close
I got magnets round my moral compass
Soon the sky will sound the trumpets

Wish I could be jolly now cus
These sins will haunt me in heaven

and that was a good king

(Mortal): Release me at once
(Vajrapani): Yes, yes, there is a “me” to be released, and a “place” to be released from. There is a better place somewhere else and a better time to be. Keep Struggling

Hey the castle takes time, but you’ve trapped yourself in the castle that you’ve never made a blueprint of
You’re stuck in your head, when the plans on the ground, we always have to pull your feet from above 
You’re stuck in the clouds, talk in purple prose and act your struggle in dramatic tones
If you were just patient, and bless your heart then maybe you might not be so alone 

Can someone borrow my skin and take it for the night
Can someone borrow my skin and take it for the night

Because I’ll push over my pride
Like sand in the evening tide
As I’ll try to appeal
As if I’m used to being real

Can someone borrow my flesh and give me a break from being
Can someone borrow my flesh and give me a break from being human  

I’m sick of social interactions, although I shouldn’t be, theoretically I should be healthy and faithful, distasteful I was toward the world when I was still screaming through headphones and listening to deftones, but nothing has changed since then, I’m still tucked away from the world, and wrapped in a snow  globe, I dreamed of throwing stones at some sort of power, wished it was a god, all delusions of grandeur, I thought I was god, for a second, we all do, I wish that we all did, -its just denial, I thought solitary was the best that I’d get, it’s still hard to smile, and act with good posture-eye contact’s a regret, I regress, can’t reset, back to the start of it all

Can someone borrow my skin and put a better soul within 
Can someone borrow my skin and put a better soul within 
Can someone borrow my skin and put a better soul within 
Can someone borrow my skin and put a better soul within

simon

I am but a steel tower
Perching above all the land
Giving to all the people
In return for the beauty I stand
They drain all my power til I collapse
And bleed but I keep it inside
Cus the best thing I know is the other
Cus their word’s more important than I
Than I
Than I
Than I

And made of steel but soft as a mother’s arms
And hate congeals inside your heart
Cus I am more than happy to give
And put your hand in mine, the sieve 

Cus I once walked on stilts that helped take the place of my legs
But now its those same stilts that keep my whole body in place

Cus when you’re
Made of steel but soft as a mother’s arms
And hate congeals inside your heart
Cus I am more than happy to give
And put your hand in mine, the sieve 
And made of steel but soft as a mother’s arms
And hate congeals inside your heart

Snapple cap misinformation (pottsburg steelers)

River was a hardworking son
Sky and stars watch as he runs
Leave the limbo lie lest the land
Nourish souls ingrained of wrath
River was easily swayed by charm
Rain is then begot from Storm
Cracked the plains on either side
So I can’t ever see eye to eye

Tell me river, betrothed to rain
Son of seas and limestone caves
Why in all the world must I
Tear from my fellow man’s eye”

Sea and Storm met River and Rain
And plotted hence their chosen day
Stars and skies came to their site
The blending, flowing devastating rite
Seven moons Rain blocked the sun
Gave her flesh into River’s flood
Tore the landscape limb from limb
So I cried out in a gutless din:

“Tell me river, betrothed to rain
Son of seas and limestone caves
Why in all the world must I
Tear from my fellow man’s eye”

Light came over on the final day 
The Skies flew home and the Stars were frayed
And I treated to my wounds, intact
But River consumed all surrounding grass
Valley, the mountains, and plains thus too
Eaten, shriveled all in my view
From my island- patch of land
Plead with all I could withstand:

“Tell me river, betrothed to Rain”
Son of seas and limestone caves
Why in all the world must I
Wear your gift of an old whale’s hide
Tell me river, betrothed to rain
Son of seas and limestone caves
Why in all the world must I
Tear from my fellow man’s eye”

i have no brain and i must dream

I stayed up to breathe, rolled my eyes back and decreed I wasn’t fit to be here any longer
I mostly stay at home when all the patches have been sewn, might’ve been stronger, had I talked with more tact
But if I had the weight, the fight, the fists pushing me down but I got all of that, and nothing seems to wash me over
So I fell in the creek, half-submerged so all the leeches could all feast of me, emblematic of ambivalence 
(And I’m drowning in the sea of phosphor)
And all my body, all my limbs kept floating down the stream and I grew cold inside my anger and begotten on my brazen sorrow
(Cus I’m drowning in the Green of prosper)
And when I reached the river, there was silt and rocks and mud and I saw bubbles churning up like a desperate gasp of air and I knew
(And I’m drowning in the Green of phosphor)
That I can’t float for long and I should sink so all my songs don’t steal air to breathe, and nothing will be about me
(Drowning in the sea of prosper)

The sons of catskill despise retribution
They drive their cars down the only road worth driving 
And when the potholes reveal after winter
They’ll move somewhere better where the potholes don’t stick with them
The sons of catskill despise retribution
They drive their cars down the only road worth driving 
And when the potholes reveal after winter
They’ll move somewhere better where the potholes don’t stick with them

sons of catskill

Extinction: Not all the human animals made it through. In fact, it must be realized that…

One minute error and our bodies collapse 
The rocks and the soil are jealous we hath
The Godsend, our vessels, all delicate-made
The gas in the cosmos has envied our frame
Bodies recycle, and rocks will ascend
As bodies before us, lest ever an end
We’re lost on how we got here, futile to begin 
Continue our place in someone else’s labyrinth

labyrinth

Troglodyte to my own company
When was the last time I found joy in sunbeams
Fate is a mule that dies in the shallows
A silk-bounded camel, a name all he’ll ever be

And yonder the Hudson a man or recluse
Lived in a city not too far from you
His family once thrived on the Erie Canal
But as the years passed they moved downstream and now
He’s born in a city called catskill and so
His friends want to leave for the cities to grow
And all of his life he’s spent ready to run
Down to New York for self-immolation

I can’t say that we’re so different
The Greater and Lesser
He chose to escape this
Self-immolation, a home is not a haven
The cuts in my mouth and the cracks on my skin and the fractures and wounds, the mark of dependence

He stayed as the years passed but he never grew
His friends were all leaving they drove and they flew
Ambition enveloped all those around him
The trees and the mountains were not of his kin
With half his life wasted just ready to run 
Down to New York for self-immolation 

I can’t say that we’re so different
The Greater and Lesser
He chose to escape this
Self-immolation a home is not a haven
The cuts on my mouth and the cracks on my skin and the fractures and wounds, the mark of dependence
I can’t say that we’re so different
The Greater and Lesser
He chose to escape this
Self-immolation a home is not a haven
The cuts on my mouth and the cracks on my skin and the fractures and wounds, the mark of dependence

self-immolation

Munchausen by proxy 
Those arms in proximity are
Waiting to hold you back
Validate the things you’ve seen

munchausen by proxy

If I knew you in a vacuum
I’d know who you’ve always been
All the years we’re stuck in transport
In a field of hallowed sin
How I wish I knew who you are
Before all of us never am
The structures of your facial zones
Desperately try to preserve you
Preserve you

And I’ll remember the traffic, remember the people who let me
In those times and I’ll
Remember how boring the streets were when you left
Back to that cold cold heaven and I’ll
Remember the traffic, remember the people who let me
In those times and I’ll
Remember how boring the streets were when you left
Back to that cold cold heaven

And I’ll remember the traffic, remember the people who let me
In those times and I’ll
Remember how boring the streets were when you left
Back to that cold cold heaven and I’ll
Remember the traffic, remember the people who let me
In those times and I’ll
Remember how boring the streets were when you left
Back to that cold cold heaven and I’ll
Remember the traffic, remember the people who let me 
In those times and I’ll
Remember how boring the streets were when you left
Back to that cold cold heaven

95&1 (ballad of jenny gore)

So speak without the words that brought you life beside the rocks that envy you
Kill the conscious, Kato- arbitratur errare sum et tu
Drown the ills of only light, the wish you travelled more downstream 
And sure we’ll die but spite its kind while we still have time in this dream
Maybe if you showed me what I wasn’t there for
Therefore
I have no brain and I must dream

River was a hardworking son
Sky and stars watch as he runs
Leave the limbo lie lest the land
Nourish souls ingrained with wrath
River was easily swayed by charm
Rain was then begot by Storm
Cracked the plains on either side
So I can’t ever see eye

Tell me river, betrothed to rain
Son of seas from limestone caves
Why in all the world must I
Tear from my fellow man’s eye to eye

Sea and Storm met River and Rain
And plotted hence their chosen day
Stars and skies came to their site
The blend and flowing destructive rite
Seven moons Rain blocked the sun
Gave her flesh into River’s flood
And tore the landscape limb from limb
So I cried out in a gutless din:

“Tell me river, betrothe terrain
Son of seas from limestone caves
Why in all the world must I
Tear from my fellow man’s eye”

Light came over on the final day 
The skies flew home and the stars were frayed
I treated to my wounds, intact
But River consumed all surrounding grass
Valley, and mountains, and plains thus too
Eaten, shriveled all in my view
From my island (patch of land)
Plead with all I could withstand:

“Tell me river, betrothed to Rain
Son of seas from limestone caves
Why in all the world must I
Tear from my fellow man’s eye
tell me river, betrothed to Rain
Son of seas from limestone caves
Why in all the world must I
Tear from my fellow man’s eye”

i have no brain and i must dream (alternate version)

escama

You guys deserve this. I've been way too inconsistent

Lyrics

Well my stomach is sick 
And she believes in Eugenics 
Everything is so bland 
That it gives me a headache
I got all I want now my life’s going downhill 
I’m so bipolar that my head is a windmill 
I meet her in the park with my two year old sweater 
And now that I’m here I thought that things would be better 
But maybe I might of messed a little 
Cus now she moved towns and leaves me on delivered

I guess I’m too short 
And I blame it on genetics 
My words meaning nothing 
Somebody ‘ready said it 
You could say Im hurt 
But I don’t need a medic
I’ll do a good job
But I won’t take the credit

Well I know I’m not a prodigy
I’ll just be in the symphony 
Follow every other trend 
Like everyone in front of me
I wanna keep it underground 
And build up from a different sound 
But they’ll make a comparison 
And bring me back right to the ground 

I guess I’m too thin 
And I blame it on genetics 
My words mean nothing 
Sombody ‘ready said it

I try to sleep through pain 
But my beds made of metal 
You don’t need to send me help cus you know I’m not mental 
Im dragging the burden of people and it’s heavy 
I’m putting myself in the eyes of a villain 
I’m used to the heat so I tremble when wind blows 
And 70hundred miles worth of limbo 
Self deprication seems to fit the picture 
But throwing away my life isn’t worth it

I guess I’m too small
And I blame it on genetics 
People want me to live up to my aesthetic 
I’ve been counting my days since the time I was seven 
I started from asking, that turned to begging

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