Tales Lost in the Dark Age

...It Mutates! 
Part Two: Message Not Delivered

prod. @geo1022
mix. @ibr
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:  

(Remember way back when? When we were good and everything was fine?)

When we'd message everyday, you know, to truly connect
But I used to duck for cover when you'd shoot me a text
You'd choose a name, safety off, it didn't matter who it said
Gunpowder residue left on your finger after you hit send

On a secure line you madly tapped on all the keys
I was your primary target, you caps locked onto me
Heat seeking, but couldn't bear to take some damage
Send a missile back and you'd deploy a flair for the dramatic

Then you'd leave me on read, appearing online with green dots
Played with friendly fire, hitting allies with screenshots
Declassified sweet talk, they saw what we said
they wouldn't let it slide, I had to army crawl in DM's

I pulled the PIN I always open my phone with
To see you lobbed something my way and hoped it exploded
Just know that type of shrapnel was a hull destroying hit
And the messenger was riddled with a bullet pointed list

Before it all collapsed, who knew a wall of text from you could hurt?
Knew the sentence long before I saw the executioner
I got the block, while that angry mob of desperate nerds
Couldn't wait to see that news/noose, hanging on your every word

…Huh, it formed a powerful stillness
I tried to connect the dots before the bouncing ellipsis
Had eclipsed this feeling with a different one to show me
The message you had sent was just a finger gun emoji


(Although I never sent a text back… I felt phantom vibrations on my thigh, anxious to see your name pop up on that screen)


A haunting ringtone melody that's full of wrong notes
Plays on your ghosting ship, complete with skulls and crossbones
Not just me who can hear all those mutineer's lost souls
Groan as you unlock your phone with a nuclear launch code



Felt like there were skilled marksmen telling me to write a sentence
You were like a drill sergeant yelling at a private message
It left tenants shell shocked as your lightning bolts flanked
With a major upset as you tried to pull rank

You'd treat your cellphone like a Ouija Board
To scream at friends so dead to you, they're ghosts that you've seen before
In treaties of war, you'd insist on the worst deals
It's not a contacts app, it's a list of confirmed kills

It's a mushroom cloud that followed every message you sent with
A violent shockwave that buried several friendships you've ended
I'm in the wrong grave, and there's a fresh hell waiting
Wading in a sea of "read" receipts and spent shell casings

I debated retaliating with a blitz I'd send you later
But I bypassed the timer and I clicked the detonator
I was expecting a response, so I never crossed a finger
And I got three words: "message not delivered"

Message Not Delivered (prod. Garrett.)

The song they sing on me

self control

feat thiago

prod erameld x kiedo

pic via four80media

self control (feat. thiago) [prod. erameld & kiedo]

Art by me and @melithescary
Mixed and mastered by @disjointedbeats

Produced by @lordgramm

[Verse 1]
The morning wakes me with a gentle hand
Wrestles me from bed and wipes away protective pentagrams
That’s enough, I know my rights at least, I read the law
Alright, I don’t read nonfiction and the law, the least of all

The paintings that she gave me greet me from the eastern wall
Antique recorders sleep where she’d be, if she wouldn’t be so far
Lately I’ve been thinking more in prose, it worries me
What if Courage the Cowardly Dog could be more Couragely

What if I try a plunge from the peak of useful thought
And like a sponge, soak my head and scuba in a cooler bog
What if I were to rap and wear a dirty derby hat
And blurt: “I think it’s working I can feel the wording surging back!”

I’m kinda like a serpent coiled around a traffic cone
Feeling like a riddle, in a nonsequential palindrome
Have I neglected my ambitions, have I been devout?
I eat my breakfast on the balcony and think aloud

[Hook]
 A shortie in a yellow rain hat
Was sitting by the river with her fishing rod and laying back
She hooked an oyster heart from the riverbed
And gave it a name and some love and a cigarette

A couple puffs and the oyster opened up to cough
And when she leaned in, it spoke and told her not to fall
The heart was bigger than the place the thing was living at
She struck it with her vorpal blade and cracked it with a snicker-snack

[Verse 2]
With my breakfast done, I toss the crumbs on the lawn
For the birds to munch on and dodge a swan song
They need to eat, like a certain other songbird
I’m yearning for an encore from her at every concert

I hope she’s watching where she’s paddling
And using caution when she’s traveling and being bedazzling
She can be clumsy in the sweetest way
But won’t admit it, I still worry for her punk ass either way

She gave a candle to me and I plan to savor it
Don’t wanna burn the wick, I may be saving it, yep
Fearsome eyes like hundred thousand piercing knives
A dopey smile cute enough to clear the dreary skies

I hope you’re goofing off and feeling like a champion
I should take my plate inside for rinsing and get language-ing
Down the rabbit hole, this time around it’s not so bad
I even kind of have a goal this time around, I’m not so mad

[Hook]

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Souwester (Prod. Lord Gramm)

It just feels more and more like it’s over. 
And I don’t wanna make an announcement. 
Just never thought the words would leave my mouth that it’s over. 
This isn’t my best verse, this isn’t my last verse. 
This is an excerpt. 
A glimpse into my life beyond the social networks. 
Me finally speaking my mind without having to check first. 
Just another voice in the void. 
Another note in the noise. 
Another song for a couple thousand people 
that the rest of the world ignores. 
And I’m tired. 
Of tryna lie like I'm confident. 
I'm a nerd and I'm nervous. 
I'm growing up. 
Tryna search for my purpose. 
Cause it's bigger than me and anybody’s who heard this. 
I need a break cause I'm broken. 
I remember when the internet was lost. 
And people like me could be found. 
Now it's an ocean and I'm trying not to drown. 
Nah, I'm tryna wash up aground. 
I used to be an atheist. 
Now I'm overcome by how great He is. 
Praying for a place more safe than this. 
And praying for a strength beyond faithfulness. 
I've been telling my family that I love them more. 
Tellin’ my friends that I'm not who I was before. 
All I know is that it's time for me to change. 
And I hope you do the same.

thirty minute meals [prod. by mr. master]

feat. @atwood
prod. @officialbiosphere and @citygrl
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:

I can't seem to say a word but i hope that you see the message in my eyes
And i know this sounds absurd but girl i still feel our connection in the silence
I'm mumbling around you
You still hang around me
I love that i found you
But i just cannot speak
In the presence of a goddess 
Girl i think you keep me quiet
And i like it

Oh man, I think it's love at first sight
I hope I dream the same scenario that runs through her mind
I've got the wherewithal to play it out, take her out to outer space
I've planned the date down to a science, while her eyes just, how you say, uhh

nevermind, I'm trying to say she's something else
she manipulates my glacial heart, that her tongue could melt
I'm hunkered down in bunkers 'round a lovely battlefield
my safety's on, but all the butterflies still flutter out the gun barrels

I think a cat got my.. what's it called
we had locked eyes once and you could cut the tension with uh, something sharp
tons of sparks and other smart metaphors formed between us
in uncharted territory, need to procure some visas

like those triangle things in Giza, so visually stunning/
I'm a sucker for that uhh colored hair and her lips are so lovely
like the damn, what's the word, her freckles like stars that speckle the sky or something
I don't know I think my mind is buffering, I'm just speechless

Hook

You've got the. .touch.. of. a million angels
A pill i take to levitate to go higher than rainbows

A.... a.... no I've got it on the tip of my tongue hold on

Oh! And you're an angel
Okay hang on
I know that wasn't very charming but
Your alabaster keys strike the strings of my heartbeat
And make me stop and think, well. .not think.. i mean partly
But i just cannot seem to find something that hits the mark
How'd this even start?
Maybe i should buy a teleprompter
Type out all my sentences ahead of time
Finesse these awkward situations
But maybe that wouldn't be genuine
And I'd begin to slip into a state of charted destinations
A place so far away from yesterday's cathartic stasis
Guess it's hard to say that when my tongue's tied I still feel amazing
You make me feel amazing
You make me feel amazing
You make me uhhhh

Speechless w/ Atwood (prod. biosphere & City Girl)

i take no credit:
@atlas
@love-sadkid
@aimless

atlas & love-sadkid - internet personas from yours truly (mashup)

That which lurks beyond.

Produced, mixed and mastered by Sin7ven
Art by Sin7ven

The Whispers at the Brook

Welcome to Voidtopia.

Lyrics: https://sin7ven.bandcamp.com/track/fading-act

Art colored by @melithescary
https://twitter.com/melithescary
https://www.instagram.com/melithescary/

Produced, mixed and mastered and drawn by @Sin7ven
https://twitter.com/Sin7ven
https://www.instagram.com/sin7ven/

Fading Act

Hello. Remember me?

Mixed and mastered by @disjointedbeats

Produced by @melithescary
twitter.com/melithescary
www.instagram.com/melithescary/

Cover art by @Sin7ven

Cobweb Coats (prod. melithescary)

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Funny thing about motivation.
It’s not a week long seminar 
at some beachside resort and spa. 
Ice breakers with nice strangers. 
Distrustful trust falls. 
Seven easy, twelve easy, 
twenty-five easy steps and that’s all. 
Some people need that. 
A format, a road map. 
They’re so lost about where they wanna go, 
they don’t even know where they’re at. 
And it works. 
But once you dig yourself out of that hole, 
it’s not like the film ends and the credits roll, it’s- 
The funny thing about motivation is it’s not a party. 
It’s not a drum beat in your chest 
echoing through your body. 
Each day isn’t a dragon to slay, 
a battle for your army. 
Temporary life mottos 
scribbled in permanent Sharpie. 
Some people need those. 
Credos. Words to live by. 
Metaphors and allegories to fit yourself inside. 
And it works. 
But take away the glitz and the guts 
and let that luster get a little rust... 
The funny thing about motivation is… 
is that it’s disappointing. 
All it really boils down to 
is strengthening your inner voice 
and that’s not loud, that’s not bright, 
that’s not an interesting story. 
Books don’t get written about 
small personal victories 
because that would be boring. 
But small personal victories 
are what’s truly human. 
Funny thing about motivation is that 
it’s not a crowd chanting over moving music. 
It’s a single pat on your back saying, 
“You can do this.”

It’s muted.
It’s quiet. 
Sometimes it’s silent.

Funny thing about procrastination. 
Sometimes it's not 'cause you're lazy. 
Snoozin' your alarm so you can stay asleep 
every day of the week until the due date's reached. 
Stayed up all night to turn it in late, incomplete. 
Some people do that. 
Who can't? 
Chapter 2 Math 
sounds so much sadder than 
afternoon nap. 
So you don't work. 
But it’s not just putting off for later 
so you can watch some vlogger’s day first. 
I heard somebody 
who studied decision making 
for years get asked, 
“Have you gotten better at 
making decisions in your own life?” 
He said no. 
Right? 
Like if he was researching this whole time, 
how does he not know by now? 
But the funny thing is
being smarter doesn’t make you more productive. 
You just get better at justifying your poor judgement. 
More convincing excuses. 
More lenient sentences. 
Better intentions to pave the road to hell with. 
All this to say that I’m not lazy. 
I just trust that tomorrow me 
will be wiser than today me. 
Blindly, faithfully. 
Trusting the process. 
But if I give it all to God, so to speak, 
what have I got left? 
If I keep pushing the deadlines back, 
I’ll be dead by the time I react. 
And that’s not laziness. 
Or maybe it is that. 
Funny thing about procrastination. 
It hits back. 

It’s a tought fight.
And I’ve lost sight. 
But I’m still tryin’. 
I’ll be alright.

funny thing [prod. by mr. master]

1st verse is me, 2nd is @DisjointedBeats, 3rd is @LordGramm.

If you want to rap on this beat too: https://soundcloud.com/boomslang-music/secret-schools-cypher-beat

Produced by @Sin7ven, mixed & mastered by @DisjointedBeats
Art by @Sin7ven

Secret Schools ft. Disjointed, Lord Gramm

Camus feat. https://soundcloud.com/sydm97 and https://soundcloud.com/gking93.



Lyrics:
I promise I'm real enough
I just can't feel enough
What a finite time on a friday night in the midst of a fire
They promise the world to you
They promise the Earth and the Moon and the stars
A promise is paper thin, don't forget a promise is paper thin

I've been out here on my own, can you tell me to come home
I don't wanna sleep on park benches, I don't wanna sleep on park benches
I've been out here on my own, can you tell me to come home
I don't wanna sleep on park benches, I don't wanna sleep on park benches

I got it bad for you, I got it bad for you
I'm going mad for you, lost all that time
I would whine, sitting sad for you
Cause every April felt like August
Last December's when I lost it
Every April felt like August
Let's fall in, baby let's fall in

I've been out here on my own, can you tell me to come home
I don't wanna sleep on park benches, I don't wanna sleep on park benches
I've been out here on my own, can you tell me to come home
I don't wanna sleep on park benches, I don't wanna sleep on park benches

What you expect me to say?
I been through the phases, I'm watching the days end 
On every occasion I'm late, and separate ways for escape 
And really I know that I really can't go back
From how things was like before I told that 
Maybe my heart just too cold
The reason they go, the reason alone 
The deep end I float, I can't feel I'm slow to react 
The reason I'm detached to show all my past 
The one ain't seen that, so what I believe in I still can't find that 
But I miss times I had with you 
I ain't thinking what I had and could lose 

I've been out here on my own, can you tell me to come home
I don't wanna sleep on park benches, I don't wanna sleep on park benches
I've been out here on my own, can you tell me to come home
I don't wanna sleep on park benches, I don't wanna sleep on park benches
I've been out here on my own, can you tell me to come home
I don't wanna sleep on park benches, I don't wanna sleep on park benches
I've been out here on my own, can you tell me to come home
I don't wanna sleep on park benches, I don't wanna sleep on park benches

Camus ft. SYDNEY and G. King (prod. by whyandotte)

prod. @geo_1022
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:
My clones are at the easel and they’re painting self portraits
while I try to fly casual with a brain that’s left orbit
so that fading appeal won’t penetrate my AT field
I’m Unit-01 sans pilot eating angel’s fresh corpses

but the gas mileage on my trusty flying car is dreadful
had to push it past dying star to buy a jar of petrol
living in the moment making timeless art is stressful
so I get even on the reg’ to defy the odds and explode

sorry, no origin story for you on the next panel
and you can never hitchhike on the road that’s less traveled
after every wake and mourning like to have my jets scrambled
in a dish that’s best served cold with a handful of red capsules

that’s a dose of reality in the front seat, as something in the trunk screams
and you just sit there as your imagination runs free
but I’m an anti-hero with a cause, you can trust me
you’re nothing, not appearing on my walls so...

Look, you were never in my gallery 
I don’t need a nemesis to hang up for my masterpiece
don’t touch the exhibits in this menagerie
and don’t display any feeling that you’ve been capturing
x2

Lone hunter in Canada as the legend states
so don’t forget to add the second “a” when you spell the name
it’s Headhaunter, and I robbed a federal bank ‘cause I had no choice
then used my dad’s Rolls Royce to make my getaway

on my last bender like the Avatar I let the spirits talk
neat or on the rocks, I blindly toss ‘em back with ease like Toph
drinkin' moonshine like Sokka, 
then treat tomorrow’s hangover with the lots of water cure all like Katara

doing drugs I’m being told I shouldn’t glorify
along with weird stuff I hope is eventually normalized
with a headspace my psychiatrist couldn’t organize
driven insane by intrusive thoughts that took me for a ride

I look immortalized as I lie asleep
with two inter-dimensional portals where my eyes should be
while you fought the forces of boredom in superhero spandex
I threw hands with Norse gods and those were barely rivalries

Rogues Gallery (prod. Garrett.)

lyrics:
https://genius.com/Thiago-courage-power-wisdom-lyrics

prod by @user-530621763
mix by Thiago
written by Thiago

YOU ARE NOT PREPARED

Courage, Power, Wisdom

Expression from the ether. I draw, produce beats & rap.
For business inquiries: Sin7ven@gmail.com

Souwester (Prod. Lord Gramm)

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