Mixed Bag.... (Tracks) Part 1

bang bang

Maidenfed

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)

not impressed by his thunderballs
i plunder malls, he goes under + crawls
i’m walking on the walls
wonder if he’ll survive this install 
i don’t offer an emergency call 

in here, it's always either suspect or victim 
she tolerated the game until she kicked him 
got a hold of his crown jewels + she gripped ‘em
picked up the documents + she ripped ‘em 

there’s no sex allowed in my combat zones 
so quietly, we devour the tomcat’s bones
like a bunch of prom brat clones
like he recites a holy psalm that moans 

stands guard at the gate, stays hard while he gapes
while she whispers “not all heroes wear capes” 
do the curtains match the drapes?
will he ever recover from this sex tape?

i’m filthy but i’m holy like a lord 
dirt cheap but still more than you can afford 
light as a feather + stiff as a board 
legs crossed as tight as a locked ward 
it takes time for the data to formulate
for revenge, i assume that form you hate 
oops, you came back to the dorm too late
so predictable: stalkers swarm the bait 

i transmit disease: venereal vector
just helping out: i’m a natural selector 
avid collector of men’s precious nectar
a public servant in the private sector 
 
he loves to be called a good boy,
with his mouth open wide like a dying koi
lay coyness to rest on this ground i’ve blessed
waste no time getting sacrifices undressed

won’t recognize him after this procedure
they say i’m anti-vaccine but pro-seizure 
i crush bones with boots + kill clones in suits 
on my suburban commute, i’m prone to shoot 

been hunting for years to find a real man
his corpse covered by my college meal plan 
i invoke the colonizers + steal land 
not satisfied til i pluck + peel strands 

i’m filthy but i’m holy like a lord 
dirt cheap but still more than you can afford 
light as a feather + stiff as a board 
legs crossed as tight as a locked ward 
it takes time for the data to formulate
for revenge, i assume that form you hate 
oops, you came back to the dorm too late
so predictable: stalkers swarm the bait 

i’m like if the blair witch drank some jet fuel 
reveling in the threat of duels with drool
my intentions can never be too cruel 
i throw him into the deep end of the pool

so nasty: he’s a bottom feeder like a carp 
i’m very sharp + i’ll play him like a harp 
come around like stomach flus, i'm sick too 
in church: bible paper airplanes + lick pews 

can’t believe he’s considered an adult
find it difficult? then join a different cult 
result’s him in a circus catapult 
injury’s so much more than an insult 

with steady hand, i prepare the poison 
say i’m celibate but i still let the boys in
i drip droplets like i’m meningitis
it's a calling: i bathe men in my piss 

i’m filthy but i’m holy like a lord 
dirt cheap but still more than you can afford 
light as a feather + stiff as a board 
legs crossed as tight as a locked ward 
it takes time for the data to formulate
for revenge, i assume that form you hate 
oops, you came back to the dorm too late
so predictable: stalkers swarm the bait

Thunderballs (prod. Aaron Lepley)

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)

劈友街

‘##1 Versions’ follows Num.Lock’s debut release attempting to explore the limits of the potential to recycle and re-contextualise sounds. 

The reinterpretations included here were produced across early 2016, with each contributor given stems for their chosen track at varying stages in its production (before the original versions were complete). ‘##1 Versions’ features a diverse array of styles, from the crescendo-ing glitch of George McVicar’s ‘gUZU’ to Object Blue’s captivating vocal reduction of ‘F45w’. 

The release also features two notably more beatific experiments, West Norwood Cassette Library harking back to early Surgeon releases with a booming recast of ‘AYac’, and Airsilk manipulating ‘uSXY’ into a taut slab of mangled 4/4. 

Mastered by Mattias Fridell.

##1 Versions

F45w [Object Blue Version]

You said
You've tried
You just can't comprehend
What is
That thing
That we're trying to defend
I'm not
Surprised
If there's nothing we could mend 
No one
Can decide
How is this going to end
					
It's in my hot blood
An angst that could flood 
But drenched in wet mud 
Suffocates a blooming bud
					
I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't do it anymore
I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't All my limbs are worn and sore 
I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I'm helpless after all
But I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can’t I can’t
					
(You see it come / You see it go /
You see it bright, keen and unnatural / 
You touch its body / You watch it grow / 
Feeding on a collective ego /
A hint of light/ It starts to burst /
Wither loudly spitting out dirt /
You smile and walk away from things that 
aren't seductive, or pretty, or perfect,
or shiny, or pleasant, or worthwhile)
					
It's nothing more than a stuff toy 
With a smile that's so coy
It's not like you're trying to avoid 
'Cause everything's been destroyed

I Can't

when you get off your leash that’s a pet peeve stare at my cleavage it’s your cock i’ll cleave + no one will grieve so many sins up my sleeve call me eve i may not know you from adam but i still expect you to call madam i’m a madman making up maxims always take it to the maximum only magnums magnanimous? that’s a misnomer miss me with the man-filled manuscripts, homer got you malignant with melanoma my cunt’s got you in a coma spermatozoa spar for my ova jack off to your new jehovah now you’re a cuck no more casanova in my castle castrate like cassandra i prophesize but they don’t listen hissing while they curse + christen they tell me “get back in the kitchen” but my first aid kit’s more like a mortician’s i need more ammunition to massacre this mutiny distract ‘em with my nudity their sorcery under scrutiny brandish bruised boners brutally rock enemies’ enemas as jewelry + now it’s just you n me
i'm hellbent + hellbound riding a hellhound with no helmet held down vulva smooth as velvet pitchfork to your pelvic end your life story then shelve it
my cunt cloud’s got a platinum lining when i bleed you for all the bitcoin you’re mining whip up a blood tidal wave like the shining no longer dumpster diving now i’m fine dining pay a hefty fine if you disturb my peace butt dial 911 butt fuck the police ascend the throne with the stolen golden fleece i use mental trickery never elbow grease dissertation leaves you diseased + deceased so cease + desist crossed out on my hit list i hit with a clenched fist not a limp wrist get nookie like i’m limp bizkit you leave my drier than a triscuit so many talismans + trinkets say you love me: all you hear's crickets entangled in my thorns + thickets fenced in with barbed wire not white pickets i lick + pick pockets like a backstreet urchin you're in luck i'm a discerning urine merchant you slut shame but all my servants are serpents turned your heart to a hole + your hard-on to a hermit

Freak Off a Leash (prod. theosyn)

Notion (Radio Edit)

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King Of HAfrica (Lazy Flow & Matyouz vogue edit - vocal mix)

["patients aren't allowed in the nurses' station!"]
it’s like one flew over the cuckoo’s nest
i just fondue’d a few cocks, who’s next?
so call me naughty nurse ratched 
cuz i’m fucking batshit
i throw an STD + you catch it
i hover above hell with a hatchet
you sit on eggs for months, but can’t hatch shit
from this prime vantage point
i see all the bandaged joints
you go vestigial + vanish as i self-anoint
venerated as both vixen + villain 
underfeeding + overpilling
til both the coffins + coffers are overfilling
i inflict injury 
don’t perform surgery 
this is called performance art 
bodies taken apart, served a la carte
i take action like vienna in the 60s 
theatre of orgies: hermann nitsch + me
medicinal medusa meddles in your medula
fuck HIPAA hack your hips to a perma-hula 
you’re no perseus pursed lips pistol purse holster hip
gorgon gorging on gore with a gruesome grip 
meet me at the very end: red cross final boss
ribs out like an open-heart on 90s kate moss 
take the loss, take this pill with my secret sauce
drug empire, i got leeway like freeway rick ross 
maim organic mainframes 
with mutagens in the main veins 
fuckkkk, these vain males get mundane
snakes rattle in sacks, i’m that bitch battleaxe
on my scalpel saddle sucking down these cattle scraps  
power corrupts call me caligula
as i flay flesh + fractalize fibulas
then pump you with enough medicine to melt your melanin
got the holes gaped wide enough to fit a whole ripe melon in 
i’m carrying contagion i’m culling contusions
cunt oozing during botched blood transfusions
licking sawed-off limbs flicking the soiled syringe 
watch me undressed undulating + unhinged
now open up the orifice or i’ll fist 
+ leave your dermis one huge cicatrix 
i’m sick of these tricks + their tiny dicks 
from the ICU straight to the river styx 
i go deep down in the depths to dissect
die in my sect they die from the sex 
i got the 4 horsemen in forceps at my fortress
succumb to the sickness suck cum from the witless
my retinue got retinas removed, leave no eyewitness
clairvoyant meat cleaver clara barton 
red in the milkman’s carton
legs parting to cerberus barking 
you’re deserted, distended and disheartened  
[no chorus it’s a gore blitz] 
wield the caduceus clad in douches
turn social butterflies into recluses 
noxious notions turn to nooses 
no truces with bodies’ vital juices
smarterchild: you’re just a bot to me
lasers out for the lobotomy
made you a vegetable so this is botany
my spawn’s seen scenes that can’t be forgotten
four rotten misbegotten beggars on white cotton
on ER cots and all your blood’s clotting
heart rate dropping toxic waste mopping
estuaries of estrogen defibrillating denizen 
select specs for specimens [the most special men]
petrified, their parts pretzeling
i spurn pomp + circumstance
choose to pump + circumcise
truth or dare, square the circle as he dies
got tantric tastes, i’m a triage tyrant
splay legs, reveal a tetanus trident
let’s take the trauma somewhere private
i’ll drive it you can’t describe it
got these clients spurtin like summertime harlem hydrants
i’m red in tooth + claw 
doomed you to eat thru a straw 
you lack the wherewithal to cope with this withdrawal
i ventilate varicose veins
+ braid bellicose brains 
caress the comatose + run midnight trains
you’re blatantly bedridden
time to seek: your head’s hidden
turn a trick: no tourniquet 
turn this kit from first aid to burn-a-witch 
and i’ll build-a-bitch from your spare bits
cuz you just had to [fucking] stare at my tits
lethal injection: illegal intention
venus in furs 
it’s an intravenous intervention
i’m an expert tease
and my expertise is medical
now all that’s left of the dead is a trickle.
["now calm down! the best thing we can do is go on with our daily routine!"]

Curse Of The Nurse

Lyrics;TGOD

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i emerge from the mist 
chock-full of fists 
heckling to the fog
let’s spurn men + slice wrists
diamonds are forever 
drizzle from the limbs i sever
dangling, unbalanced always untethered
all i need to please me, 
they stimulate + tease me 
i simulate reality on CCTV 
came to life thru systems of ropes + pulleys
the faithful reincarnation of a high school bully 
fresh press you into juice from the jewels 
i furnish the court jester from all these fools 
turn them back around, use ‘em as drug mules
watch their innards unspool via primitive tools 
men are mere mortals, portals, not worth going to your grave for
not worth playing the slave for or even leaving the cave for 
when i arrive, i leave more holes than meat in them
and when i depart, i leave with all the precious gems
secure a lock of hair as i deadstock your air 
erase existences like my mustache with nair
for when love's gone, they'll lustre on
got your family jewels in a cluster, bond
when i’m done you’ll need more than bed rest
you’ll need a whole new family crest
outfox enemies as the plot unfurls 
bond your ass to your face in toilets then swirl 
ballerina on a bed of nails watch me twirl 
intestines as a necklace
body with no torso, headless, breathless,
neck-less
solder the solar plexus
these days? i give less fucks, i’m feckless
choke you out as my choker glistens
talented talons, the glittering griffin
that’s what you get when you prove you can’t listen
pistorius story ends with skull meeting piston 
stew of gore + garnet
i’m the devil incarnate 
horns of plenty in the garland 
sin thru the garment 
acid will eat thru all the brain bits
grey matter’s exhausted, sighs + quits
allow no morsel to remain unflogged
so i scorn the lamb and choose the hog
nothing fresh can be of service to me
i flush flesh in the dirt and then just let it be
men are mere mortals, portals, not worth going to your grave for
not worth playing the slave for or even leaving the cave for 
when i arrive, i leave more holes than meat in them
and when i depart, i leave with all the precious gems
your god’s rife with mutations
mute, he gorges on his congregation
i tend to conflate conflict to adoration 
and get all unctious in my undulations
cult in the process of cultivation
the mise en scene: me loose in the pigpen 
boning big ben stinging loose-moraled men
plunge in like you wear a loincloth
purloined your groin, bastards brewed to a broth

Deprogramming (demo)

maidenfed