2016: A Strange Odyssey

Probably the simplest track on the album, a simple extended verse over a sample driven beat. 

The few people who have heard this song prior to it's public release seem to believe it's romantic in nature, the truth is that the song is written from the perspective of a drug addicts father, it's inspired by a real event but not one I've directly witnessed or been involved. Since writing this, I can also apply these lyrics in reference to peoples assumed meanings based on personal events.
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I am a simple man 
I like bittersweet endings 
Left my iris for the wasteland 
Where the crows are descending 
Noah's titanic sinks in a black abyss 
Carve a simple onto Sisyphus 
Within her petrified heart 
Allow her wings and halo to depart 
Leave this virginal whore bearing a crown of thorns 
Left for dead with an unmarked grave to mourn 
She is Faust, angels (dust) seduced her since genesis 
So non-believers shunned the heretic 
Wear a brave face for this act of cowardice? 
She drowns via villains pipes and I'm standing powerless 
Can I separate her from rodents as they burn em 
Her guardian fallen angel, blue collar nephalim 
My wings are tattered and conservative 
Hence phoenix's advocate to burn the bridge 
Saving her between puffs of this cigarette 
While she licks the blade of societies bayonet 
When she finally breaks free from her self imposed betrayal 
When forbidden fruit consumption grows stale 
There's paradise buried beneath defiance 
Where mortal man can slay Goliath 
And I know you need the darkness to blend with sirens 
But do your eyes shine enough to see the fine prints 
This land of false promises where she forsakes her death-wish 
An eternal playground full of roses and tattooed X's


David Imitates Goliath

This song was born out of desire both the write a romantic piece, to write a narrative piece and to write a piece full of Lovecraft references, I do all these things again on this album but not at the same time. 

This song takes place in one of the dark fantasy lands that exists in my head and adapts the sadly too real situation of realising the person you spent so long obsessing over is a flawed human being who doesn't care about you. This is filtered through the lens of a knight on shining armour travelling through a demonic fairly tale to climb the princess's tower. 

It's worth noting that someone in the recording studio thought the vocal sample was from Future, it's not but saying who it is would be snitching on myself.
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(Verse) 

Picture two outcasts; confined to separate wings 
In this asylum of populist sins 
There's a single clock tower 
To count each wasted second 
Luciferans chose my abode to gather 
Crucified by social conventions 
Gremlins swarm the fortress where I live 
Gargoyles perish beneath umbrage 
So Adonis seeks a blind woman's heart 
Where sunlight choses to depart 
Across the window I can see 
Dreaming of her dreaming of me 
Bearing smiles of this martyr 
Crucified by melodrama 
In this city tailor made for abandonment 
My light bringer lies incumbent 
She is born from nobles beneath the sun 
But she fears the common tongue 
Corpses walk the streets and sleep in closets 
Take my hand and we'll disassemble Metropolis 
Soon I'll find the wrong words; they'll be very poetic 
And soon I'll find the truth, it'll be very pathetic 

I'm just tired dear 
I just need to lay down 
I'm just tired dear 
I just need to lay down 

Picture two outcasts; drowning in separate oceans 
A slow Death In June, via these hollows of devotion 
She is held captive by the monster called society 
While I search for an escape route beneath anxiety 
She is held captive by the green eyed demon veiled 
What use are iron wings, to flesh and blood angels 
She stands across the abyss staring back at me 
As I prepare to warmly embrace agony 
I'm a knight in a rusting armour 
Storms gather as I destroy this makeshift Futurama 
This house is a decaying paradise 
Where she can't separate Eden from raw sunlight 
And there shall be no sleep within these walls 
Until Asterion has fallen 
The moon has eye's 
And they shall swallow me alive 
The thorns have mouths 
Through which Occam's razor seeps out 
Climb blinded up weeping willows 
As I scale colossus to her pillow 

I'm just tired dear 
I just need to lay down 
I'm just tired dear 
I just need to lay down 

Picture two outcasts; separated by glass 
Gracefully I trespass 
To this building outside time 
Labyrinth of corridors within my mind 
There's a sunny meadow overlooking apathy 
There's a blank-room where my dreams become reality 
I can't disturb the goethic masterpiece 
Present as I shine light on my darkest fantasies 
Can her pyromaniac hand engulf Rome? 
Is she Medusa or is she stone? 
Her prose is Venom incarnate 
I climbed her hair of snakes 
To find she embraced warmth of the witches stake 
Fleeing the Emerald city in disgrace 
But the hangman's daughter shall never thrive 
Porphyria despised me, surprise? 
She bares a fraudulent crown 
Presenting illusions of my saviour 
In this abandoned town 
Where I am I complete stranger 

I'm just tired dear 
I just need to lay down 
I'm just tired dear 
I just need to lay down

Houses Overlooking The Abyss

This song was inspired by reading an article on Robert E. Howard where he discusses that the ideas for his fantasy stories where all inspired by reoccurring dreams wherein he was a Barbarian in a fantastical world. My deep affinitty for Howards work combined with a late-night watching of Brazil meant that I decided to combine that fact with my own (in the words of Sage Francis) 'complicated case of escapism' to make this song.
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Day One: 
The world grows black beneath my eyelids 
Then Arcadia shines below the drawbridge 
Rome burns outside my window 
While Athens thrives within my pillow 
Spread my wings; cast shadows over sandworms 
Separating each Glass Metropolis we've burned 
I'll be a crow over crowthorne 
While sharing bliss with the uninformed's 
Grounded view of unknowing automatons devotion 
I'm set adrift with glorious omnipotence 
In this land of perpetual December 
Snowfalls over idealistic textures 
There's a tree-house overlooking infinity 
There's a quiet bar where I drink with divinity 
I can be immortal or I can be the sole innovation 
I can leave to seek infinite heavens 
I Saw the light when darkness developed 
I can't remember if I perished  

Is the astral world the deception? 
There's a forest with tree's over looking heaven 
Is the mechanical world the deception? 
There's a city with smog overshadowing heaven 
Is the astral world the deception? 
There's a forest with tree's over looking heaven 
Is the mechanical world the deception? 
There's a city with smog overshadowing heaven 


King where the gods wandered well 
Outcast where the mortals dwell 
Day two 
I pace through my fantasies as a phantom 
I walk through fire for shadowed sanctum 
Now it's Nostalgia  
And I spell in with the N I stole from Necromancer 
Aesop's prove their virtue in fantasy 
And None Shall Pass through hollow realities 
I trade a stale road for an infested forest 
I am the king of this psychedelic fortress 
This prison outside time and space 
Where I built an idealic landscape 
Free from vultures with serpent movements 
Tory anarchism with a Tolkeinesc influence 
For as I labour over machinery 
Earth's medusa's slip inside the scenery 
Rage against this dying light 
Holding onto the underworld for dear life 


Is the astral world the deception? 
There's a forest with tree's over looking heaven 
Is the mechanical world the deception? 
There's a city with smog overshadowing heaven 
Is the astral world the deception? 
There's a forest with tree's over looking heaven 
Is the mechanical world the deception? 
There's a city with smog overshadowing heaven 

Day five 
The huts turn to palaces 
The village rivers bleed malice 
The palaces turn to skyscrapers 
The city becomes a danger 
My disciples grow makeshift personas 
Where they destroy my statues out of honour 
So fallen angels I ciphered with have unfurled 
Evil is let loose onto a sleeping world 
My tears form an ocean 
That drowns cardboard cities in commotion 
I awaken as every city crumbles 
And I'm again lost in this concrete jungle  
Overlooking fragmented concrete 
I am Celephais; the sun lays dead in the streets 
Last train to Metropolis 
Where magicians go to die 
Last train to the rocket-ship 
Which falls alongside the sky 

Is the astral world the deception? 
There's a forest with tree's over looking heaven 
Is the mechanical world the deception? 
There's a city with smog overshadowing heaven 
Is the astral world the deception? 
There's a forest with tree's over looking heaven 
Is the mechanical world the deception? 
There's a city with smog overshadowing heaven 

Dreams Of Cimmeria

This song is about robots. 

The people who've heard this already seem to think it's some dense critque of consumer culture, but it's not. 

I wrote a song about robots making a future humanity obsolete until they leave Earth in face of a nuclear war, it's somewhat Asimov inspired. 

Also worth noting that this is the earliest song made for this album.
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Empires need an iron fist 
Machinery needs an outcast 
Watch pre-programed tyrants shift 
Through puppets rulers they outlast 
Pawns kill the king; replicas constructed 
Thorns grow from everything emotions corrupted 
Creators cast clay over-wires 
Hand crafted to eclipse messiahs 
Keep guard until the next martyr 
Awakens from chemical slumber 
Archaic cyberspace triggers revolution 
Clarke's third law applies to illusions 
Applying mass sedation with manufactured archaeology 
Simultaneous technocrat and phobic ideology 
March into Armageddon with painted on smiles 
March out of recollection with makeshift denial 

Hollow men of iron gradually divide 
Hollow men of iron bare soulless eyes 
Hollow men of iron commit genocide 
Hollow men of iron shan't let insurrection thrive 
Hollow men of iron gradually divide 
Hollow men of iron bare soulless eyes 
Hollow men of iron commit genocide 
Hollow men of iron Juda shall despise 

Hollow men of iron conquer without intention 
Pre-programmed predetermination renders repentance 
This perfect war pre-conditioned in seconds 
Interlude to perfect peasants 
Who'l burn advancement from despotic present 
To keep binary skies immersive 
Militarism shall always be their worship 
Shepard thy commoners beneath thy surface 
Until only the aristocrat emerges 
Leave planets barren 
Until humans crawl from caverns 
Flash utopia on the screen 
Till they subvert their own regime 
Flash utopia on the screen 
Till they subvert their own regime 
Hollow men of iron embrace conquest as serene 
Even as their disassembled by their seams 

Hollow men of iron gradually divide 
Hollow men of iron bare soulless eyes 
Hollow men of iron commit genocide 
Hollow men of iron shan't let insurrection thrive 
Hollow men of iron gradually divide 
Hollow men of iron bare soulless eyes 
Hollow men of iron commit genocide 
Hollow men of iron Juda shall despise 

Overlords pass through godlike description 
Historians can't stop repetition 
In Holocausts waged over nostalgia 
Omega ends with sky-ships leaving for new alpha 
Hollow men of iron buried in their kinds ruins 
Hollow men of iron rewritten as delusions 
Wars waged on repeat 
Mechanical corpses line holy streets 
Remainders retreat to narcotics 
Looking at slavers corpses survive plagues bubonic 
Hollow men of iron burnt out the sun 
Hollow men of iron burn out each loaded gun 
Hollow men of iron's pilgrimage goes on 
Hollow men of iron and destruction become one 

Hollow men of iron gradually divide 
Hollow men of iron bare soulless eyes 
Hollow men of iron commit genocide 
Hollow men of iron Juda shall despise 
Hollow men of iron gradually divide 
Hollow men of iron bare soulless eyes 
Hollow men of iron commit genocide 
Hollow men of iron Juda shall despise

Hollow Man Of Iron

I wrote this song in homage to works of one of my favourite authors, H.P Lovecraft, which is rather ironic considering how racist he was. 

The track is written from the perspective of one of the many Eldrich Abominations Lovecraft wrote about and I make many direct allusions to his work throughout.
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I can see these creatures of flesh 
Wage war on each-other and express 
Fear when we spread messages 
Through dream-scapes dubbed nightmares as a sedative 
From anti-theism induced by realisation 
Higher powers hold a hellish void placement 
Flee from our Necropolis 
Following whims of your pathetic psychologists 
Crawling chaos decays opposite to youth 
So we'll drown Arkam walls with the truth 
(Drown with the truth) 

Human cries 
I cannot repair 
I have no eyes 
And I must stare 
Human cries 
I cannot repair 
I have no eyes 
And I must stare 

Use your strongest emotion 
To craft mundane devotion 
Expected as marriage and locomotion 
Blind men pray to a brail canvas 
At the mountains of madness 
We saw them script the myths of atlas 
We predate language and tragedy 
Apes bowed to us from anarchy 
You bow to material fantasies 
Hence communication with outsiders 
Martyrs as well as writers 
Former bishops setting alight their mitres 
Gathered disillusioned from rationalism 
Exhaust every theistic and science based tradition 
To turn self-sacrifice to a religion 
(sacrifice a religion) 

Human cries 
I cannot repair 
I have no eyes 
And I must stare 
Human cries 
I cannot repair 
I have no eyes 
And I must stare 

Keep vigils from disturbed castles entrenched 
Inside isolated xenophobic intents 
Gathering rain all over present tense 
We are the mirror you are the participants 
Find us where the sun meets the sea 
Atop crumbing crossbreed legacies 
Labyrinths shift views as a centrepiece 
For novels compressed into fallen beliefs (fallen beliefs) 
So speak in what we cannot elucidate 
Our appearance so lose your faith 
Imagery crumbles like followers at the stake 
Craft death with agoraphobic figments we create 
Power fantasies wield scientific illusions 
Mercy defined as the sole sentience delusion 
Divine deathtraps, convenient seclusion 
Using words on canvas as deathly instruments 
(words as instruments) 

Human cries 
I cannot repair 
I have no eyes 
And I must stare 
Human cries 
I cannot repair 
I have no eyes 
And I must stare

I Have No Eyes

This track is a stream of consciousness from the perspective of Mr Harrington, protagonist of the novella The Final Gentleman. 

For those unfamiliar, the novella concerns the novelist Mr Harrington who upon finding himself unable to write another book, finds his whole life unravelling from the seams: his nice car has suddenly rusted, his lifelong friends no-longer remember him and his family have vanished from existence. 

The first section of the song covers simply that opening while the first drum change up leads into the middle point of the novella where Mr Harrington first finds that every single place he visits is worse than he remembers but these inhabitants remember him. He then discovers that his only old friend who still remembers him has been involved inside this business and he finally finds his way onto 'his former newspaper of employment where he finds himself headfirst with a machine who has the answer he doesn't want to hear. 

The final segment of the song concerns Harrington learning (spoilers) that he's actually a robot and that his previous memories were implanted artificially so as to give him a literary influence and his happy surroundings were also hallucinatory. After confronting and destroying the machine that created he leaves the building only for his delusions to magically return. 

I created this song out of a desire to homage one of my favourite authors Clifford D Simak and this story in particular always resonated me due to my own feelings of ostracism and paranoid theories about my existence. I also wanted to make a song with drum change ups in place of a hook and this felt like the perfect subject matter to do so being a free-form narrative piece.
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On that day I wrote my final sentence 
(Hence) my sunny day reached its final second 
I slit my wrists to expose a flesh-hood lost 
Wires beneath this fraudulent cloth 
Addict me to this small talk (via) ones and zeros 
This window overlooks another window 
A phantom in this playground of (false) memories 
The light surrounds my burning effigy 
Rain clouds gather and metropolis rusts 
Skeletons beneath banisters turn to dust 
Then fade into non-existence 
Decayed and I found realism as fiction 
I Grandfather claused myself into agony 
As happy memories unthawed to apathy 
This sunny day simply exists in prose 
A binary symphony tragically composed 
Because I'm desperate to see sunlight 
Slowly I forsake this hollow paradise 

The door opens to snakes crawling within wireframes 
My friends have been swallowed into higher plains 
(In) What was once an eternal (breathtaking) November 
I walk over decaying textures 
Heavenly worlds stagnate at December 
But hell's exactly how I remembered 
My heart still beats to a metronome 
This man of steel (ironically) finds Earth alone 
This is life; an empty room of enemies 
This is death; consumed by empty memories 
My strings fit like a warm blanket 
As everyone's expressions inform blankness 
Lies built bricks swallowing the pavement 
(Now) I resmith my following into vagrants 
To unveil astroturf where the sun vanished 
I found the black hole where hope collapses 
Because I've been harvested to feed sunlight 
I move to splinter this hollow paradise 

Clockwork people in cardboard cities 
Considered repetition to cause lucidity 
I walk into this office of stillborn dreams 
Found myself martyred by an ill-informed regime 
I'm told truth is the final illusion 
Also mortality is a primal delusion 
I'm awakened to the numbness and confusion 
I've forsaken for seclusion 
To be inhuman enjoying the tables flip 
Prayer machine drowning babel fish 
To social Darwinist regimes, I'm a satanist 
I broke my wings but my fascist saviour stitched (together) 
The panorama is restored 
I'm again the (bastards) favoured whore 
I found heaven in plain sight via machinery 
Is it worse drowning in pleasant scenery? 
Because I've been destroyed via sunlight 
Slowly I retreat to this hollow paradise


The Final Gentlemen

ELOJE is the soul-stirring new single from AYA's intimate sister blend, charged with Guinea-born Nioke’s impassioned cries.  Translated as ‘representing the people’, ELOJE is a song for our time, calling out for peace and harmony with its cross-cultural rousing alchemy.

ELOJE Ft Falle Nioke

Soul 2020 Instrumental

prod. blindwizdumb


can't stop
the clocks always tickin
losing my mind
in this grave im diggin

what the fuck is wrong with me
i cant get to sleep
doing all these drugs
just to drown out these memories
yeah theyre haunting me
yeah theyre taunting me 
maybe all these blunts
just aint the right remedy
losing all my energy
will you come and set me free
oh just let it be
find me in my melody

doing all these drugs just to forget these memories

The Final Gentlemen

Jack Mythos

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