Written by: Mathias Kruse
Produced by: secondsun
Mixed & Mastered by: Hexis

Lyrics:

Handle acid trips with craftsmanship.
Till' I'm in a spaceship blastin' in
to stellar systems packed with it.
RLK, psychonauts with the esque of savages.
Third eye functions as a talisman.
I'm that idle idol looking like he's moving at a hero's pace.
Complaint in presence, feelin' lucky that I'm here today.
Used to love drugs when they kept my fears away,
but I've valued them less since the day I had that fear replaced.
A drink and a spliff, I sink with the ships.
As deep as it gets when talkin about grief with a kid.
Lately I can't even think when it hits.
Relinquished in sense while entering a deeper abyss.
You're gettin' played, kid.
Another ignoramus in this matrix, shit is basic like the phase you're gettin' staged in.
Amazed with how your ignorance could be so flagrant
blatant as the copy machine  you were shaped with.
Livin' with the fear of makin' other weird mistakes.
Turn my fimble ear to anything I hear em say.
I'm ten percent human, and ninety percent anxiety.
100% of the 0% that I try to see.
I try to turn that zero to a one, but that shit frightens me.
Following anything potentially past enlightening.
Moving with the morbid mannerisms of a masochistic man of malice
I'm a fan of alice with a candid palate.
Livin' life like it was handed out, I was a man about it.
Dare a man to doubt it...

I been there and out, it wasn't what I thought it was.
Growin' fearful of the substances I'm coughing up.
[x2]

CoughingUp (Prod. secondsun)

First release off of my 20+ song collaborative album with Sir Gade being released by I'll Release You Records in Denmark.
I've been working on this album since 2013 when I moved to Denmark.
Every song on the album is produced by Sir Gade.

Mastered by Oolacile. 

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Free Download

Foulmouth (Prod. SirGade)

Third release off of 5th Plateau.

Lyrics: Mathias Kruse
Produced by: RSNZ
Mix & Mastering by: Tall Can


Red Lotus Klan
420 Noize


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Ache (Prod. by RSNZ)

First release from the self titled ep "AUDIO DROPOUT", a collaboration between Mathias Kruse of Red Lotus Klan & Tall Can of 420 Noize. Produced by x.schulz

Lyrics:

[Mathias Kruse]
I'm goin' into the middle like centripetal force.
Looking into mirrors made of air while trippin' on
4-meo-dimethyltryptamine and shit.
Ears open, soul listening to bliss.
The state of my stomach is sickening as shit.
Looking upwards while I sink in the abyss.
Regarding life, thinkin' this as trippy as it gets.
I wonder if god died from being sick cause we exist.
But fuck it, it don't matter. I'mma reach into the pits.
Grab a sense of longing, then I'll speak it as a wish.
A wish to not be remembered as the fiend that didn't quit.
Wondering who determined that our freedom is a list.
Eager, yet we desist for the need to preexist.
My thoughts need assistance for them to be dismissed.
Repition blisters our need to begin
in a way that is promised you will never see again.

[Hook - Both]
Structually sound like composites on a comet.
A missile out a rocket couldn't stop it.
The illusion of time, keep it locked in a locket.
Prophets were invented for a profit.

[Tall Can]
Buddha statues in a doom mask, I drift to crows whispers.
In the day of oversaturated airwaves, amethyst glistens
from pinecones ontop of the graves.
Dead friends, 3rd eye boogers and eucalyptus caves.
The bloodloss has got me trippin. Hallucinate my life away. 
Writing stories based on death and psychonautic kites that play for keeps,
Atop the transformers, electrocute yourself to forget her face
or keep it around untill it bores ya.
Swift amusement, the skin tore facades back
until the fog lifted.
Beards drenched in whiskey and raw facts.
Hypothesis of how it was. 
Drop out of mind, then run out of drugs.
Dosed ourselves like a bunch of Arkham patients, sandbags over our face.
Visions on the wall in dark places.
Cosmic dust lacing every spliff we smoke.
Out of sight, out of mind. About to choke.

[Hook - Both]
Structually sound like composites on a comet.
A missile out a rocket couldn't stop it.
The illusion of time, keep it locked in a locket.
Prophets were invented for a profit.

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"Profit Prophets" - Audio Dropout

My remix of Hell On Earth.
Produced by Mobb Deep.
Mixed by Tall Can.


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Hell On Earth (Remix)

Fourth single from my upcoming release "5th Plateau: The Prequel" featuring SCVTTERBRVIN of Red Lotus Klan.
Produced by Swollen Tung.

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Chosen Ones Feat. SCVTTERBRVIN (Prod. By Swollen Tung)



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An Intro Darkly



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Coming Back (Outro)



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Space Ripple (Prod. By +ma)



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Third Eye Olympics (Prod. By Keem Cipher)



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They Did (Prod. By GOOD MAMA)



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Traces Of Mike (Prod. By Boombaphomet)

Lyrics: Mathias Kruse.
Produced by: Veks.
Mixed by: Jesse "Tall Can" Cannon.

Red Lotus Klan.



Lyrics:

Diagnosed at age five, I put on a vacant mask.
A lonely stone skipped, hoping I could make a splash
in the lake that we call life. I would face the task.
Mom would ask if I was alright, like it was safe to ask.
Not knowing that my answer wasn't matching my thoughts.
No relation to these other kids, they'd laugh and I'd watch em
from a distance I'd grown to known as where I could be comfortable.
Used to dream of a cure and how that'd be wonderful.
People thought I wanted pity, when I'd want control.
Walking around in public looking for what I lost at home.
Acting like I know what's best for me but often don't.
Feeling like this and feeling nothing, so comparable.
Thoughts of dying at twenty, I would get lost in those.
Opened many doors I thought that only god could close.
But was astounded when those doors were slammed shut.
Living everyday with the demeanor of a phantom.
In the face of my demons I would stand tough.
Tell myself over and over "Mathias, you can't budge."
Held myself hostage for no ransom.
Sacrificed the risk of a swish for a slam dunk.
Fell into a constant uphill slide.
Put all of my trust into drugs, but found out that drugs tell lies.
Tried to live for love, but found out that love still dies.
I found out we descend forever until stride.
So now it's in myself I must confide
until that stuff subsides. 
Working on making what was strung, untied.
Upside down in hindsight.
Self medicating for so many years thinking I could get my mind right.
Climbed right through the part of me that was broken.
Thinking of a healthy version of myself was a joke,
Maybe a wish thought in unrealistic terms
set in hope I set fire to, I feel it as it burns.
My life's song set on repeat was hospital visits.
Hoping one day the right doctor would listen,
Counting, unable to watch my own watch as it glistened.
Knowing time is a thought doesn't stop it from ticking.

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Hospital Visits (Prod. By Veks)

Mathias Kruse x Sleep Sinatra.
Produced by All These Fingers.
Mixed by Jesse "Tall Can" Cannon.

Red Lotus Klan x SWORDSFORHIRE.
2015.

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Conditioned Love For Escape (feat. Sleep Sinatra)

From the collaborative EP with Brenky of Ninetofive Records & I, this is "Cold Outside".

Produced by Brenky on the SP404.
Lyrics written & performed by Mathias Kruse.
Mixed by Jesse "Tall Can" Cannon.

Ninetofive Records.
Red Lotus Klan.
Snail Cage.

@ninetofiverecords
@brenky86

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Cold Outside - Mathias Kruse & Brenky

From the collaborative EP with Brenky of Ninetofive Records & I, this is "Dead Friends".

Produced by Brenky on the SP404.
Lyrics written & performed by Mathias Kruse.
Mixed by Jesse "Tall Can" Cannon.

Ninetofive Records.
Red Lotus Klan.
Snail Cage.

@ninetofiverecords
@brenky86

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Dead Friends - Mathias Kruse & Brenky

From the collaborative EP with Brenky of Ninetofive Records & I, this is "As A Kid".

Produced by Brenky on the SP404.
Lyrics written & performed by Mathias Kruse.
Mixed by Jesse "Tall Can" Cannon.

Ninetofive Records.
Red Lotus Klan.
Snail Cage.

@ninetofiverecords
@brenky86

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As A Kid - Mathias Kruse & Brenky

From the collaborative EP with Brenky of Ninetofive Records & I, this is "Finding Lately".

Produced by Brenky on the SP404.
Lyrics written & performed by Mathias Kruse.
Mixed by Jesse "Tall Can" Cannon.

Ninetofive Records.
Red Lotus Klan.
Snail Cage.

@ninetofiverecords
@brenky86

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Finding Lately - Mathias Kruse & Brenky

From the collaborative EP with Brenky of Ninetofive Records & I, this is "In A Swamp".

Produced by Brenky on the SP404.
Lyrics written & performed by Mathias Kruse.
Mixed by Jesse "Tall Can" Cannon.

Ninetofive Records.
Red Lotus Klan.
Snail Cage.

@ninetofiverecords
@brenky86

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In A Swamp - Mathias Kruse & Brenky

From the collaborative EP with Brenky of Ninetofive Records & I, this is "Divine Hornet".

Produced by Brenky on the SP404.
Lyrics written & performed by Mathias Kruse.
Mixed by Jesse "Tall Can" Cannon.

Ninetofive Records.
Red Lotus Klan.
Snail Cage.

@ninetofiverecords
@brenky86

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Divine Hornet - Mathias Kruse & Brenky

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BSCng-WQ5iU

From another upcoming EP titled "Eustress" this track is called "If I'd Done Less".

eu·stress
yo͞oˈstres/
noun
moderate or normal psychological stress interpreted as being beneficial for the experiencer.

Produced by Brenky on the SP404.
Lyrics written & performed by Mathias Kruse.
Mixed by Jesse "Tall Can" Cannon.

Ninetofive Records.
Red Lotus Klan.
Snail Cage.

@redlotusklan
@ninetofiverecords
@brenky86

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Mathias Kruse & Brenky - If I'd Done Less

eu·stress
yo͞oˈstres/
noun
moderate or normal psychological stress interpreted as being beneficial for the experiencer.

mathiaskruse.bandcamp.com
snailcage.com

Produced by Brenky on the SP404.
Lyrics written & performed by Mathias Kruse.
Mixed by Jesse "Tall Can" Cannon.

I Had An Accident Records.
Ninetofive Records.
Red Lotus Klan.
Snail Cage.

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Mathias Kruse & Brenky - Stars Perish

eu·stress
yo͞oˈstres/
noun
moderate or normal psychological stress interpreted as being beneficial for the experiencer.

mathiaskruse.bandcamp.com
snailcage.com

Produced by Brenky on the SP404.
Lyrics written & performed by Mathias Kruse.
Mixed by Jesse "Tall Can" Cannon.

I Had An Accident Records.
Ninetofive Records.
Red Lotus Klan.
Snail Cage.

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Mathias Kruse & Brenky - Not Otherwise

eu·stress
yo͞oˈstres/
noun
moderate or normal psychological stress interpreted as being beneficial for the experiencer.

mathiaskruse.bandcamp.com
snailcage.com

Produced by Brenky on the SP404.
Lyrics written & performed by Mathias Kruse.
Mixed by Jesse "Tall Can" Cannon.

I Had An Accident Records.
Ninetofive Records.
Red Lotus Klan.
Snail Cage.

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Mathias Kruse & Brenky - Nodding Gastropod

eu·stress
yo͞oˈstres/
noun
moderate or normal psychological stress interpreted as being beneficial for the experiencer.

mathiaskruse.bandcamp.com
snailcage.com

Produced by Brenky on the SP404.
Lyrics written & performed by Mathias Kruse.
Mixed by Jesse "Tall Can" Cannon.

I Had An Accident Records.
Ninetofive Records.
Red Lotus Klan.
Snail Cage.

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Mathias Kruse & Brenky - Complacent

Art Of Fact is the first release off of Apatheists' (Mathias Kruse & Dizma) upcoming self titled album coming soon.

VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iU9ewdK2Rog

Lyrics by Mathias Kruse & Dizma
Produced by Mathias Kruse (pest.yeti)
Mixed by Jesse "Tall Can" Cannon

Snail Cage 2016
www.snailcage.com

Art Of Fact - Apatheists (prod. by pest.yeti)

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AZgNS2y1WhA

"Cow Dung" off of BlitzKrieger & Mathias Kruse's upcoming EP release.

BlitzKrieger:
www.soundcloud.com/blitzkrieger
www.snailcage.com/artists/blitzkrieger.html

Mathias Kruse:
www.soundcloud.com/mathias-kruse
www.mathiaskruse.bandcamp.com
www.snailcage.com/artists/mathiaskruse.html

Produced by BlitzKrieger.
Written & Performed by Mathias Kruse.
Mixed by Jesse "Tall Can" Cannon.

Snail Cage.
Red Lotus Klan.

www.snailcage.com
www.redlotusklan.bandcamp.com

Cow Dung - Mathias Kruse x BlitzKrieger

Lyrics/Vocals: Mathias Kruse
Produced by: https://soundcloud.com/fatb1
Mixed by: Jesse "Tall Can" Cannon

Snail Cage.
Red Lotus Klan.

The term "personal truth" justifies an illusion.
Must've tried to get through it just to die as a human.
I run and hide from the druids. Stuck inside of this universe.
Fuck if I'd been included. Fuck it, I'd have been doomed at birth.
I been moving through this earth.
Ears held up to the muted words.
I'm composed like Louis Hirsch.
Getting back what you exert, motives put into reverse.
Snow to soot, the two are merged.
An equivalence to my beginnings end.
The thoughts inside of mine would take the minds of many men engaging god to speak upon the many risks of petty sins.
He's been knocking on my door, and I refuse to let him in.
I refuse to let him in.
I refuse to let him in. 
Contusions at the brim of my psyche, it's ruptured I let it drip.
If what's grim implies life, we look upwards to feathered friends.
Flap forward, further progressed. 
Concerned with the rest. A permanent stress has earned me a list of severed ends.
An abscess of regret I could forever mend
if I'd said the things that I never said. 
Click, letter sent.

snow to soot. (prod. by F@B)

Written & Performed by Mathias Kruse
Produced by pest.yeti (Mathias Kruse)
Mixed by Jesse "Tall Can" Cannon

Off of upcoming "Pavlov" album by Mathias Kruse.

Red Lotus Klan.
Snail Cage.

Lyrics:

I can't eat or sleep.
Can't find the words to satisfy a need to speak.
Through this lens, scenery meets defeat of a landscape visibly eager to cease to be.
Aligned under earth, a station to see the sea. 
The spine of it hurts, unable to reach the feat.
A mind doesn't work unstable to see the seams. 
The time wasn't worth the table beneath the feast.
But savored the dream to eat the portions that I was given.
Blinded to the fact that distortion resides in vision.
The future's a demanding sacrifice and I'm afraid of it cause I don't have a better past to give it.
I regret the mass of hidden emotions I sought to hide giving tombstones, a graveyard that I been lost inside. 
A loss without a fight is impossible not to spite. 
The panic of onset in an obstacle often hiked.

I'm feeling locked-in-a-coffin-like.
Thoughts are ripe, wishing that this shit could stop tonight. 
Haven't felt this at a loss since that awful loss of sight.
Feel forgotten like the autumn when the blossoms start to spike.

Blossoms(prod. by pest.yeti)

produced by pest.yeti (mathias kruse)
written, performed, recorded by mathias kruse
engineered by mathias kruse

from "HIVEMOTHER" ep

lyrics:

The clouds turned into koi fish today.
We tend to lose poise when afraid.
Empathy sits and toys with the brain.
Dry in a way a ghost would enjoy in the rain.
We found love putting poison to vein.
Always giving in to the voices that sang.
Made with a breath and destroyed with the same. 
To this day, still hits me with the noise of its name.
Kept a factor where the choices were made.
Never seen a picture with as voiceless a frame. 
Even when I score, there's no point in this game.
See the goal and avoid it, in its course it's a maze.
Fighting back the force it invades with.
Driving at the forklift that raised it. 
I attack the portions that make sense
from inside a fortress so shapeless.
It morphs when in stasis.
Sitting tortured in anguish, but fortunate thanking the monster with the sport of its language.
Just another tool to shorten the days with.
The nightmare ridden by the horseman of basis.

I think I can see the sun at night.
Did I come across something right?
Maybe in another life.
Hm, maybe in another life.

Another Life (prod. by pest.yeti)

Written & performed by: Mathias Kruse
Produced by: Brenky
Engineered by: Mathias Kruse

Snail Cage
Red Lotus Klan

Lyrics:

There's levels where silence is unequal.
These problems are sizable but feeble.
I been hiding amongst people
like a man that's trying to give up needles.
I know that there's a stretch that a mind can align with and trust evil. 
I focus where it's best, provide it with my easel. 
Opening the chest, decided that I'd see through the empty offers.
People get blinded by freedom. 
Avoid problems divided by my ego.
Sometimes red flags are invisible, I see them.
Demons inviting me, I'll meet them.
But not with the confidence to greet them.
It's hard to define - the spectrum of colors that I see in.
Speaking out to lecture the mother of time sequencing
inside a timeline I do regret that I've seen end.
Demons turn to reasons through a green lens, I swear that they do. Especially when unaware that they do.
It's like the burden of a weapon told to stare where they shoot.
But when a risk is a necessity for bliss within affection we can end up in a place we wouldn't care to stray to.
Putting walls up defining why a barricades used; invite a wish in as a dare that came true.
Tell me straight, don't need to serenade truth. 
I'm just meat with a brain retaining flavor how this life is like a marinades juice.
Doctor asking if I'd care to take two.
And if you want it, here's a spare mistake too.
Expectations will tend to be unfair when they move.
I try to graph them in my head and it's apparent they skewed.
Only journey worthy's one I couldn't bare the weight through.
Now this blood inside my body gets compared to grey goose.
Trying to make some contrast to declare the gray hues a destination I know where to race to.

Easel (prod. by Brenky)

Produced by: pest.yeti (Mathias Kruse)
Written & Performed by: doseheroic (Mathias Kruse)
Mixed by: Mathias Kruse
Cover Art: Mathias Kruse

Red Lotus Klan
Snail Cage

Lyrics:

I been building up resentments with the walls that I talk to.
Punching holes in them a man of my height could walk through. 
My faults do damage of calamity-stature lost youth.
My thoughts too. These two cents what your attention costs you to 
pay forth. No need to say more, silence is off due.
Need to find a set of ears to get it across to. 
Don't play with my head or I swear to god I will pause you. 
This hole in me's what a loss do.
Need a trace I could be drawn to. 
I gave an inch and lost two.
This ego in me needs to understand who it belongs to.
My presence sends a spiral through a story like it's Paul Duke.
Once you kill an ego it'll be the ghost that haunts you.
I send a call to arms, I mean the arms I crawl using.
Seed-planted singularity in sprawled roots.
Brighten dreams while you sleep on me like the sandman in council with nature and time like The Santa Clause 2.
I'm off duty, but never cease to walk to me. 
I can talk through these lost loonies who talk big but walk puny. 
Yesterday we lived like a thing from another world, today we live like a Hawks movie.
Stop moving for five fucking seconds, and let me murk.
A Platonist existence, sent from the demiurge. 
Ain't shit that you can aspire to when I'm gonna get it first. 
I'm cold - so when I spit the shit's a cryogenic burst.
Was hatched from the egg from The Intruder Within, so there is no room to pretend I was a zygote headed birth.
Minds of many worths got combined and met their thirst.
If you got an obstacle for me, you'll find it in its hearse.
Universe of death and dirt, I refine and then it's worse. 
Think my mind is hexed and cursed every time I pen a verse.
I'll be the first man to ever die within his quirks.
I got no plan but know it's time to get work.

Intruder Within (prod. by pest.yeti)

My version of "Scapegoat" by Atmosphere.
I take no credit for the beat or the chorus.

It's my mother. It's the reason she tells me to listen.
It's the heroin withdrawls. It's the opiate perscriptions.
It's the times that I dismissed all of the help that I received.
It's the tent that I condemned. And it's why I chose to leave.

It's the week I lived with diabetic ketoasadosis.
It's the miracle that kept me alive, and it's how I know this.
It's the cancer in the camel cigarettes I choose to smoke.
It's the rush inside the needle I wanted that made me choke.

It's the day that I decided it was time for me to quit.
It's the seven that I spent asleep with habits that I kicked.
It's the allergies, allergic to my home and how it felt.
It's the way I lost the game because of how the hand was delt,

so it's a fucking mystery, it's the game of clue you lose.
Because the dead mother fucker in the dining room is you.
It's the state I left to sit around a house to heal my brain.
It's nevada, texas, LA, and the ways that they're the same.

It's the way I looked at birds and hated them for being free.
It's the reason that I never ask her what she sees in me.
It's the word that follows "Nothing." And the word before "aware."
It's the silly mother fuckers crying cause life isn't fair.

It's the drive thru that serves me what I need to stay awake.
It's my brother when he's sad when I say I can't play today.
It's the reason I can only express how I feel in rhymes.
It's escapism. Slit wrists, covered to watch the time.

It's the anabolic overdose of muscle in my head.
It's the catastrophic comatose that cuddled me in bed.
It's the blade of desparation that cut me until I bled,
and it's the 80 years I'm spending breathing air before I'm dead.

It's the fact that ehrhorn (airhorn) is my middle name and I'm loud.
It's my middle name. I'm serious. As crazy as it sounds.
It's a shame this song ain't long enough to set the record straight
I've been gettin' off a drug that rhymes with maryland, okay?

It's the next person to ask me why I spent so long in texas.
It's the sadness that I felt when this wasn't what I expected.
It's my best friend I love to death, and I believe she knows it.
It's the second chance she gave me, and why I would never blow it.

It's how grateful I am to have somebody like her around.
It's the openness, the trust, the lack of judgement, it's profound.
It's the everlasting taste of joy that gobstoppers lack.
It's the reason that the flushing brown substance is labeled smack.

It's the fear that comes alive as if I were a superstition.
It's the pause inside the clauses you use as an intermission.
It's sadistic, in a way that'd be to simple to explain.
It's the pile of dust that must've been crushed from what had remained.


On and on and on
The list goes
on and on and on and on

On and on and on
The list goes
on and on and on and on



It's the on switch, the off switch, the convicts, the coffins,
the toxans, the coughing, the mind that I lost, shit.
It's the strings integrity played with a sharp guitar pick.
And plugged to an amp that needed me to get my arm stitched.
It's the surgeon generals warning that I ignore.
It's when I forget the reason behind what I'm fighting for.
It's the nineteenth of october in 1994.
It's why I question if my dad was in the room when I was born.
It's the history behind my eyes and why they're wide awake.
It's the final testament written for society's sake.
It's the manifested communists that wrote another book.
It's my dad and all the shots he wish his brother hadn't took.
It's my job that I don't have, and the money that I don't make.
It's the heaven that I doubt exists unless I found the gates.
It's the girl I love, and why I would do whatever it takes
to make it real.
It's how I chose to learn from my mistakes.
It's the leaves across the lawn of my life I designed with rakes.
It's the woman that's abused but she still decides to stay.
It's all of the above, and all the rest of what's to come.
It's the starting line, the race, it's walking to the end. I'm done.





Scapegoat

dust peddler.
red lotus klan / snail cage.

Mathias Kruse

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