Flute 𝄞

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

two planets
cold as stone 
the void that it so roams
can't stand it
pelted rocks and burns in all its holes
by some chance
the two crash into each other and collide
their skin and
bones weave into the world intertwined

now we are gods of our own world
cus your parents wouldn't know the rapture
now I can change my face and 
you can change your pupils
a world of all of the subhumans

but if we were perfect systems
then maybe my pain would be too real
if we were perfect systems
then all our flesh would disappear

blaze

https://soundcloud.com/kithera
Foreth the acclaimed Bard known as Sir Kithera requires the most vigilant of still images to accompany his performance.

Kithera - The Fool

The Fool

Shoutout to Karna. He a real one

lyrics: 

And if you're some sort of neurosurgeon
then I'm the tumor that grows
and you'd like to think that I'm benign
but I'm not letting go
and you'd sink your flesh right into mine
while I'm just floating by
and those arms of god I wish you were 
to feel comfort in my spine

I don't know my home

Well they call me that driver's son
cus that's all I ever did
was to drive around this suburb
never to chase my id
i am the driver's
I can only control my vessel
and I'll keep on driving down this road
until they take my bones and muscle

Part One: The Chariot
Part Two: Lúloy
Part Three: 54

The Drivers Son/54

lyrics:

and the city lights scare me
and the street lamps are so blurry
well I can't compete all my struggles beneath
have all given up trying to save me
and that little cut under my skin
keeps growing by the day
well I can't erase me cus I am too lazy
I'd probably still stay in my bed 'for I plan it all

well when the sun explodes I'll still be in my bed
still consuming the things that they said
I'll cling onto my halcyon of nothing
cus time don't have no days of adjusting
when the sun explodes I'll still be in my bed
still consuming the things that they said
I'll cling onto my halcyon of nothing
cus time don't have no days of adjusting for me

and the blackhole focused inside of my stomach
the silly words I toss in the oven
and undercook and serve to the people
well maybe I just don't need a sequel
my eyes will hate me if I wake up tomorrow
I'm breaking all the things that I've borrowed
cus I don't feel so safe in my skin
I don't feel so safe in my skin

The sun could explode tomorrow and I'd still be asleep

Kithera - Sentinel

might delete later

Lyrics: 

its digging its way out
out the pores of my skin
denouncing all I've gained
the walls i break are thin
so we'll meet again sometimes
and your mundane life of sin
will wash upon the acres
and find the state we're in

help me, help me
I'm trapped in the subterfuge
But I'm still drowning 
from half of the love of you
it won't be a pleasant marriage
you'll have to drag me there
but you look sweet
and I know I'm weak
when our eyes are locked
in a stare

nonsequitur

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

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