i am the captain of my fate
laughter is possible
laughter is possible
laughter is possible 
ahahahahahahaha

i’m de-programming 
black + white spirals stay cursing my eyeballs
yeah i’m de-programming
extricating myself from the hallowed halls of mating calls 
yeah i’m de-programming
stalking + stabbing my own simpering stockholm syndrome 
yeah i’m de-programming bitch
no more sex slavery, and no more forever happy home 

i’m swinging from every vine at warp speed
like how monarch martyrs in the holy wars bleed 
this escape artist’s scaling barbed wire fences
now she only requires the past + future tenses 

say i’m constitutionally incapable
like a baby’s shakeable 
they got me when i was one
miss me, it’s unmistakable 

under the skin like ex machina
it’s death in your own 4 walls
they meet to practice false alchemy
my meat practices falling off the balcony 

he was a tom cat in a top hat
referring to himself in third person
and i swig-swallowed that
in to a hollow vat 
they swarmed him like jungle gnats 
before their souls all went splat
a dengue fever dream 
a true believer’s high-pitched scream 

invade uncanny valley like a pep rally
they’re coming for me i’m not safe
so i cram myself into my own holes
slip-slide down all the oiled poles
i can’t help but leak everywhere
peek behind every cheap jump scare 
it’s just too much for me to bear

my gyroscope’s off kilter 
the center cannot hold 
helter-skelter this face melter 
living year-round in a bomb shelter 

spectre hanging over tranquility 
horse tranqs cover up any fragility 
chosen for my fecund fertility by his virility 

he promised the prophecy
proffered up the progeny
referring to ancient calendars
of suspect caliber 
as i prepare to insert the catheter 

it’s his church
i’m right here, bleeding
dark web torrents seeding
he’s on a birds eye view perch
so call off the her-i-knew search

dr. sidney gottlieb got me 
now watch the menace molt
feel the penance jolt 

that’s something i can attest to
he promised i’d be blessed too 
so jump sinking ship before judgment day 
begrudging i refuse to stay, refute the pay

unraveling parchments of verses
it’s day doctors versus night nurses 
so chase your tail, stay beyond the pale 

MK ultra, in the umbra, mea culpa
i was so gulpable but he’s still culpable 
digging thru the cult rubble 

i’m de-programming 
black + white spirals stay cursing my eyeballs
yeah i’m de-programming
extricating myself from the hallowed halls of mating calls 
yeah i’m de-programming
stalking + stabbing my own simpering stockholm syndrome 
yeah i’m de-programming bitch 
no more sex slavery, and no more forever happy home

baby stick with me + i’ll grant you salvation
stick n poke at his personal ptolemy space station 
swiftly turning to a wolf from a 101 dalmation 
be my pupil + prepare for your pupil dilation
 
cloak + dagger, stroke + splatter
slivers of silk on a silver platter 
tend to bacchus like a summoned satyr 
suck the fluids of his overfilled bladder 

obtained redemption via sensory deprivation
it’s all outlined right here in my deposition 
go deeper, deeper til we reach detrition 
this is divine damnation

fate’s as inevitable as this finger i’m pointing
but even so you won’t ever catch me anointing

Deprogramming (demo)

the golden man with the midas touch
is now the olden man who cries too much 
need both a cane + a crutch, such + such
at night, you crawl back into your brass cage hutch 

i have all the answers like i’m alex trebek
you present the gold ring + then i wring your neck 
i send you off to my personal gulag 
you’ll be burning forever like the yule log 

you yield because i wield a rusty box cutter
churn my collection into a crusty rock butter
i turn back time, so now the clocks shudder 
i control the world, so now the stocks stutter 

prove you’re useless again like an appendix
so crafty: capsize cocks + upend dicks 
i’m attila the hun, i’m a killer of sons
sold out in theaters, it’s a thriller with guns 

he may have a goldfinger but he lingers
position him right under my pistons + stingers
keep it going + going until he simpers 
gold splinters from a 3D printer in the winter 

drench the flora + fauna, flotsam + jetsam
look like you want some: so come + get some 
once i start, i can’t be stopped: i'm a duracell
was sentenced to life but i blurred that hell
 
produce sick like produce with e. coli
you’re locked in the freezer: why so cold, guy?
i need you to stay calm for the procedure
no chance you won’t limp away a true believer  
 
unlucky you're my next-door neighbor 
i suck on hard candy while you do hard labor
won't deny that i'm morally bankrupt 
when you're done, your underwear gets yanked up 

beware that heart of gold
teach you the art of mold while you wear this blindfold
tried to auction you off, couldn’t get it sold 
in a chokehold, you won’t ever get paroled

he may have a goldfinger but he lingers
position him right under my pistons + stingers
keep it going + going until he simpers 
gold splinters from a 3D printer in the winter 

he beckons you to enter his web of sin
i’m not dumb, got a ream of his wrinkled skin
replace my body with this glass mannequin
so many brains, it’s like i got a conjoined twin 

gotta pay out of pocket, each eye out of socket
got your corneas here right in this golden locket 
rock the wild frontier like davy crockett
i use a pipette to bottle all this cock spit 

some lives have to end, some knives have to bend
tend to my garden with a vital organ blend 
return to my cave, i’m about to descend 
you can pretend but you’ll never be my boyfriend

he may have a goldfinger but he lingers in
position him right under my pistons + stingers
keep it going + going until he simpers 
gold splinters from a 3D printer in the winter 

so many commas on my hit list
so many gods be my witness
if these soul-sucking spirits don’t get the fuck out of my business

Goldfingered (prod. Aaron Lepley)

OIL OF EVERY PEARL'S UN-INSIDES NON-STOP REMIX ALBUM

Infatuation (The Trenches)

MOSHP!T ( PROD . KUUDA )

CENTERFOLD (PROD. SIGILDEALER)

do you want just me, or can my sisters come too?
do you like when the virus makes the blisters blue?
my whiskers are soft, my whispers are mews 
on the twisted transistor til the signal goes through 

only get a paper plate, this is no catered wake
perhaps we can revisit at a later date 
once the gator’s ate, but now i steal your spleen
like an ancient queen with the angel gene
i know, hard to believe i’m still only just a teen

got secret compartments in all my bibles
mass shooting in the news cycle 
performs tricks on command
got high jungle demand
had to cancel that whole fungal thing i planned 

for now, make love via mechanism 
how sad to end with a tiny speck of gism 

bring you pie like welcome to the neighborhood
work to death, but why? what makes labor good?
the traitor’s fit to slaughter like a silent saber should 

can’t get into this rectory
if you’re wrecked already (x3) 

sibling cult recruits cryptids with a cutlass
leave them gutless, cut them into cutlets 
whether it's with test tubes or bulldozers 
no one volunteered, i had no choice but to pull donors

we’ve spent years rotting on this trusty rusty rotisserie
murder she wrote: but tell me, what exactly is the whole mystery?

we hit puberty, next up: all hell broke loose
in these jail cells, there can never be a truce
i loitered once then got the death sentence 
waiting to be saved by the gallant sent prince

i sigh + send a specter to a suburb so still 
ate its herb, then it stomped me on a curb treadmill

it's really only a courtesy that i curtsy 
i stay up late to churn the butter until it hurts me 
lost our lease on life down in the pit of despair 
to save me, i need more than this prayer 

3 sisters down (x3)
2 to go

Bonnie

cracking open our own skulls at the crack of dawn 
if you must bleed, please go to the back of the lawn
hold back the yawns, hacked + shed too many skins
nothing left to maneuver within
there’s just manure within

we’re the girls gone, not wild like with wet t-shirts
wild like feral, self-harm threats under tight skirts 
ouch it hurts! perfect, that’s just what we want
got ‘goodbye cruel world’ notes scrawled in comic sans font

will we ever get to the heart of the matter?
and discuss how your precious art’s just blood spatter?
it failed to flatter 
grew up tortured in these gruesome halls 
but then we made a pussy pact + we grew some balls

the slit throat suggests something ominous
the split goat sacrificed for opulence 
we’re fluent in what fools the faint-hearted
the first flu hit + the patron saint parted 

waiting around, clawed ass with no proper usage
come see these deaths: broadcast’s a real exclusive
ends too brutal: it had to be closed caskets
clothed in masks then exposed in outfits 

all day, you hunch over world of warcraft
we’re out of place like girls in a war draft
we’re california dreaming, we’re pyramid scheming
we’re guaranteeing the guillotine is gleaming 

here’s the criterion: don’t cry, teary one
pose a query, devise a theory as the only son
such a lonely gun, without any loose lips around it 
we sink the ships, tie the noose with bound tits 
crowned the queens of the underground glitz

you’ll die in the flames of our hot pursuit 
pluck our trees: pay with your limbs per fruit 
only take a swim in brick boots, 
kick out the ladders, aim for the haloed heads + shoot 

holes leak, you slurp surplus of our sap 
a venus penis fly trap, genius with a back slap
this house of death disgorges debris, you’ll see 
the gorgeous corpses left behind from a suicide spree 

perish from the plague of perennial performing 
issue a fair warning padded with tissues, heartwarming 
haunting as sure to come as the amen that concludes a prayer 
all the pubescent boys prayed to be in our care, we swear 

if we go to the grave bony + mangled with mildew
what could some nosy neighbors’ phony good will do?
come back just to kill you, then relax with an advil stew
crazy girls with krazy glue, takes skill to be this cuckoo 

the locals never understood though they think they really tried
vigilant to the sibilant, fair-haired phantoms until the days we died 

it’s the pristine that lures in the disheveled
it’s the exception which interests the devil 
on another level with assailants in the asylum
female imprints filled with deep sighs + shy thrums

existence ceases, parents pick up the pieces
lick up police kits left by the knobs of the nieces 
it’s a hard job but someone in this room has to end my life
aboard the trolley to the tomb, i must commend the knife 
sibling on each side like a trusty sister wife

finally we can own our realm + our own roost
death sentence deduced while the sentience juiced 
sent where we’re free to wear whatever’s self-induced

we got the floor-length gowns, we got the knee-highs
got the elbow-length gloves….. now we die

Deprogramming (demo)

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