Produced by Lucid Optics 
Artwork by Cody Horwood 
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Most rap cats still fuck with rabbits 
Muggles miss real magic when I bring it to the track list 
You see this mic? Well good, don't grab it 
It's the Dark Arts wagon with our names on the blacklist 
They want us dead. We're too damn dangerous 
Don't show faces unless you're okay with hanging 'em 
I bend their minds to my will 
Dressed to kill 
Bet you spill like any will when death is knocking at your gills 
He bought himself a neck slit necklace and paid every penny in the sum of a death wish 
We never tell a soul on our own 
Last one that sold we made a crown with his bones 
So don't try nothing funny 
Head aches badly and the day was pretty crummy 
If they don't shun me then the village is in trouble 
The pros know it's safer by the silence while they snuggle

If they don't shun me then the village is in trouble! 
Every muggle killed subtle by the nightfall and snuggle 
Black magic for those over being average 
I teach only savages to redefine what havoc is 
Never seen a man that hazardous 
World spins faster in his grip like a casper flip 
You look kinda like you've seen a ghost with your own two eyes 
Blind to every shred of hope

Living in the universe's nucleus 
Shrink or grow forever very well may be the spookiest 
He thinks about a lot though 
All of the potholes 
Why does everybody criticize what they do not know? 
If only the citizens would listen 
Don't eat the food. The water's giving sickness. 
I'm not a threat I mind my own damn business and ran out of reasons I was okay to live in that village 
I've never been better since I left and wander through the lands to make sure you isn't next 
You actually believed that I would turn you to a meal... 
Didn't mother ever tell you that magic isn't real?

Did you ever wonder why you've never seen another side? 
No thinkers left and I'm not surprised!

I'd figure out forever 
before I'd choose to go back.

The Dark Arts - Lucid Optics

Live at the Art Boutiki! Recorded on April 28, 2012

I fucked it up many times 
I hardly knew we were once. 
Forgive my sins I heard 
That you had no problem putting out 
And I had no problem eating out 
Now aren’t we just the lucky ones?

Do you still care for me? 
Do you still care for me? 
Do you still care for me? 
Don’t say, you still care for me. 
I can’t feel for graves. 
I can’t feel for graves. 
I can’t feel for graves. 
But I can feel for craves.

And I know that our time spent playing in bed 
Amounts to no more than sand strewn about in my head 
But if you want me to feel so bad for loving you 
Then drop me a line with your timbre so fine and you’ll know that I’ve lost all my mind.

My joys tell me that I lost 
Some part of my younger self. 
Now I feel good when you 
Tell me “Fuck off” in solitude 
When you show me all your woes 
Now aren’t I just the lucky one?

Do you still care for me? 
Do you still care for me? 
Do you still care for? 
Don’t say you still care for me. 
I can’t feel for graves. 
I can’t feel for graves. 
I can’t feel for graves 
But I can feel for craves.

Darling, know that hell walks along side of you 
And I can’t believe what I have gained just to lose. 
And if you ask me to feel so bluish inside my nights 
Then I’ll just sit back and get drunk in my flat and think what my good, whole life was like

Before.

Before (Live) - Contra Ville

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The recreational demo version of 16 Moons by The Chrononaut. Eyes to the skies, fellas. Second verse coming soooooooooooon....

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