Inuusivut

Anaanaqarpunga

Back Alley

Play to Win

Back To The Moon

during a jumping

love days (prod.JusluhE)

Broadstreet Boogie

We're in Love

Forgiven Remorse (Our Divorce)

but who am i?
fuck if I know, bystander
observation commentary
status check 
high water
significant mind matter
re spaced in a grime faucet
I didn’t know that I’d lost it
until a sublime moment
I’m looking to find focus 
and hoping
I can stick to a regimen but still keep my mind open

the blind have spoken
their design is broken

Sensory overload 
my overlords have thrown me overboard
soon as I’m not tryna float no more i’m bout to go to war

it’s animal instinct, no question to big think 
I do impeccable lip sync and I'm unfleshed in a quick blink. 
my piddlings participate on general principle.
to be invincible is indefensible
to be insatiable is indispensable
who cares 
what I think 
what I feel
what I see 
my observations are ostentatious 
my conversations often wasted
divide the wages and pry the cages 
if God was gracious they’d vie to change us 

but that’s blasphemy 
askin' me
what has been taxin’ me
apathy 
naturally
that's what it has to be 

but I still got enough paint to make my masterpiece
blasphemy 
askin' me
what has been taxin’ me
apathy 
naturally
that's what it has to be 
but I got enough in the tank to paint my masterpiece

if there's room for atrocity in your philosophy

 then your god isn’t a god to me
it’s a monstrosity

frivolous false property dogmatic dichotomy

holy hypocrisy

it’s gotta be weeded outta society

enter your lord and savior the bottom line
no promise to prophecize 
only monopolize 

give rise to his profit size
dangled carrot’ll take you too to the top in time

tread-milling heads filled with normalized lies
It’s no prize you should take no pride your 
performative lives oughta be ostracized

these big tech eggheads are ostrich sized
and they’ve got us compromised

make us elated to be subjugated
soul degraded
wading through jaded complacency

so to keep the congregation passing the plate vacantly
do you want heaven or do you just want an agency

you fucking abscess 
country club membership assess
climbing the backs of huddled masses
while upper classist bad actors
drum up the bigots, the facists,
and the christian white nationalists

hope you shitheads hit the fan and it tumbles crashes, crumbles to ashes

This is my blasphemy
fallin’ far from the apple tree
your last bastion of humanity is a cult of personality and fanatic insanity

Prim and Proper - Osiris Daen

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