The Don

Malintent

Never Going To Stop Me

Lonely Nights

Split Personalities

Losing All Hope

Solitary

A Cold October

Lyrics:
Sat under the light bulb, penning as the night falls
I could stay awake till they take me to the psych ward
I’m in the groove, inspiration ‘bouta creep up
Moon's got me moving like tides on the seafront
Under the light bulb, penning as the night falls
I could stay awake till they take me to the psych ward
I’m in the groove, inspiration ‘bouta creep up
Moon's got me moving like tides on the seafront

When a lone star pass the baton over to a billion
And skies turn lazuli ocher and vermillion
That moment is propitious for an overflow of brilliance
I'm running to the keys, need to open a recipient
When I see the light fade out of the glass pane
It's like I flick a switch, ambition is cascading
My mind’s going quiet and the screaming is muted
In that moment in time it's just me and the music
I fly free of excuses, the daily obligations
The nine to five grind all fading off the slate and
In the morning they'll be back again, but right now I grab a pen
Long as I can write then the night doesn't have to end
I’ve got the energy of two poles of lithium
Past the last moments of the post meridiem
If my brain wanted sleep it shouldn’t be so insidious
I’m rolling with the flows ‘till my head go delirious

I'm ignoring every text from the cousin of death
I got a light above the head I need to pull on the thread
And I ain't sleeping till I'm done with this puzzle I set
But I think I've got a fair amount of struggling left
I see a screen, tryna figure what I’m filing it with
Hearing the flicker of quartz mineral tick tick ticking
I'm giving four corner digits a troubled side eye
And I'm feeling like I shifted into summer time twice
Floating in the ocean of disorganized minds
I've been searching for the sight of terra firma's white lines
If only I can satiate this hunger I’ll be fine
So I throw a line hoping that a couple rhymes bite
And fuck it I’mma go until I’m all out of fight
‘Till I collapse and my forehead’s starting to type
You better bet that I be finished if I’m calling it a night
See the sun about to rise on the fourth wall's other side

L - Lycanthrope (prod. by ThatKidGoran)

Robert Parkin