...It Mutates!
Part One: Umbra

prod. @geo_1022
mix. @ibr
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:

I heard an echo of you - a vast distance between us 
when I woke from that nightmare that transition was seamless
grass isn’t as green as I thought below this static cloud
as my cold, dramatic house stands hidden beneath it

see I’m climbing up the walls to pop some champagne on the summit
I’m aware it’s just a mirror, but still my hand may opt to punch it
I just stare at what I fear, it’s in the closets, the corners, and cards
hallways distorting, I think your ghost is the source of the dark

we’re worlds apart (but you’re whispering my name again)
I stare at burning stars(only difference is the way it’s said)
and lay in bed, there’s something off, a bunch of wrong guesses
know there’s nothing there, but fuck it still has such a strong presence 

I’m restless, my bed’s in this poltergeist spawn point
with my spectral white shepherd; his pulverized dog toys
odd noises upstairs, a floor that freezes and melts
a roof I don’t understand, and a door that keeps to itself


stuck in hell, yeah I truly think I lost it this - time
the lights start to flicker and the faucets drip - slime
the ceiling keeps growing and the walls are skin - tight
there's mutating portraits in a locket’s insides

there’s a ghost here, and it got inside this machine
so when the smoke clears, I just want to find some relief
this shit is so weird, even though I know it’s not real
your umbra snuck in and my shadow got peeled


I just can’t forget you, but shadows aren’t a roommate
experiments in test tubes, a sampled thought that mutates
under observation it changes
annihilation of the self I’m running on the patient

I hate when the ceiling’s full of fingers that grab in reverse
I watch it ripple at the wrists of the hands that emerge
balance nerves with Irish whiskey and random liqueurs
that haven’t cured the visions that are bringing this phantom of yours

it’s a curse, it’s a rotating smile in the dark
from an old flame - a cold vein defiling this heart
I say I’m OK as I sleep in through my tenth alarm
fending off dreams that easily remove defensive charms

it says “NOW” on the clock, my bedroom door becomes ajar
there’s a growl and a bark, my dog is sure that’s something’s wrong
a top one hundred siren song, I nearly let go of this realm
there’s glowing fissures in the walls - I’m hearing echoes of myself

Umbra (prod. Garrett.)

...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.)

...It Mutates!
Part Three: Fly Buzz Halo

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

Lyrics:

Ayo, I could really use your help
I need a hand other than the one our future dealt
feel like such a loser asking, but the situation’s dire
it’s not every day you take a risk and get to play with fire

so I need some antivenin with cures that dispel the bends,
plus a sturdy weapon for the sole purpose of self-defence would be great
and maybe give a word or two of encouragement
since my brain feels like a bear that’s gotten loose in the circus tent

and I’m moving towards the end of a story someone’s weaving
careening right off the street when the scenery’s buzzing locust
I’m soaking, so sweaty, steam is releasing but nothing opens
the focus is gone, I can’t help but feeling it’s fucking hopeless

and in the darkness that our frilled sun devours
go behind my back where the handle’s still jutting outwards
and pull the blade out slow, show the inner loop cut
splash some whiskey on it to clean it and stitch the wound up


I wish these snakes were your arms
howling wind was your laughter, that the flames were your palms
that the darkness held answers, that the shards were in a prism
I wish that I could go back and start at the beginning

wish I didn’t fuck it up - with a dry tongue payload
wings scrap metal and a fly buzz halo
we might untether and the cables might snap
just say “I love you” and I’ll say it right back


I wish I knew what to say, I wish this wasn’t so difficult
wish this emptiness I’m feeling wasn’t something so visceral
and I wish you could help me, it feels like some kind of joke
to be crushed between these walls and still be stung by the cold

I had a brush with Newton’s laws, and now the liquor’s neck deep
see, I’m barely held together by the skin of red teeth
you’ve been living rent free, up here waiting so patiently
as pink folds of brain matter spell the phrase of “No Vacancy”

been maintaining eye contact with the void yet again
and I’m acutely aware of what that void represents
so I sit and sift through wreckage left by something that I said
while I’m clapping at the flies, that are buzzing by my head

and in the harsh light the night swallows up whole
trace your fingers down the scar until tomorrow unfolds
and sheath that well honed blade, save a mostly bruised heart
splash some whiskey inside the glass and then toast to new starts, please


I wish these snakes were your arms
howling wind was your laughter, that the flames were your palms
that the darkness held answers, that the shards were in a prism
I wish that I could go back and start at the beginning

wish I didn’t fuck it up - with a dry tongue payload
wings scrap metal and a fly buzz halo
we might untether and the cables might snap
just say “I love you” and I’ll say it right back

Fly Buzz Halo (prod. Garrett.)

prod. @wurlishmouk
mix. @headhaunter
art. @headhaunter

Fresh to death.

Lyrics:
On the celestial catwalk that pulls into nothingness,
I went beyond the pale to showcase new looks on my bucket list
I tie dyed a thousand sweats, and washed jeans in a lake of fire
my style slows passing cars, Jesus takes wheels when I change attire

I set trends by accident, when every fit is so cultural
won't trip, but it slips into something more comfortable
when I'm bound to leave, a fucking ghost who's down and X'd out
I'll stare out holes of sheets with at least two thousand thread counts

the pale horseman made an effort helping clean up these bones
and since my ending's made to measure, I'll just reap what he sews
but Death styles things, that can scare a mortal man
play the X-Files theme if I'm in a pair of normal pants

no skully or tinfoil hat that Mulder might have
dripped out, snap-back, melting polar ice cap
submerge myself inside fashion I can breathe through
wear a denim life jacket in the gene pool

this ring's got a buff for plus six agility on it
this snappy dresser brushed the dust off the Infinity Gauntlet
I rock a heart on my sleeve, it's on the bleeding edge of fashion
beats industry standards, a kiss of death on the chic of has-beens

I get down to business in a birthday suit
I wore with Trojans, like Achilles, heel in gauze - I call it "the first aid boot"
cruise the other side's grass in authentic wolf's clothes
blade runs on countless sheep, dream of electric wool coats

coins are so gauche, Dior shades for the ferry home
carried in a Gucci bodybag, and buried in Burberry robes
the devil wears nada, in nothing but plain tops
if the emperor wears no clothes we ain't cut from the same cloth

kick it fresh 'til the end if I'm decomposing or not
one Nike in the grave and one remains unopened in box
I can see dead trends with this fashion sense
serving looks, and I'm dressed to fucking kill in phantom threads

Phantom Threads (prod. wurlishmouk)

...It Mutates!
Part Four: We Could Stay Here Forever

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

Lyrics:
We could stay here forever, collapsing into one another
with our fingers intertwined beneath the covers we’re tucked under
just a couple drunken lovers, a kiss in a hidden bunker
encrypted gallery’s sculptures of things that we did this summer

sick of this heart being subjected to senseless beatings
where the same mono-coloured sun’s setting on every evening
I just want to be with you, you’re like a breath of fresh air
it’s electric (frenetic), in a bed that’s thread-bare

it’s where you’re sneaking me a wink across a crowded room
where it’s non-verbal and a simple nod’s a power move
where we’re nocturnal so we meet up at 3:00, fucking
it’s a small circle where the sweet nothings mean something

I’m just a fiend loving every single second shared with you
a nice break from self reflections that I seldom stare into
see in here it’s not stealing, we can kiss, it’s allowed
where we don’t take other people’s feelings into account

We could stay here forever - right under their noses 
We could stay here forever - where no one will notice
We could stay here forever - where shadows light the path
we could stay here together, forever, right behind their backs
x2

The perfect match, the songbirds, the dynamic duo
the kind of catch you long for, the side-having loophole
have cake and eat it too, you know, partners in crime
at least we’re faithful to each other in the dark and the light

bright tape on me reads “caution” often flirting with the deep end
we’ll take off these cheap costumes, drop this curtain we can sleep with
the wrongs we’re being charged with are just purely misdemeanours
with a sparkling clean conscience on this dirty little secret

where we’re twisted up in the bliss that they’re ignorant of
there’s an “in” put in front of the descriptive: “significant other”
it’s more than a tryst, it’s trust, it’s not an affair, it’s unfair
that the smidge of attention that was there becomes rare

we’re one pair mixed in all new chemistry
who needs postured empathy when I’ve got you next to me?
I’m all yours, since nothing’s felt as intense
so let’s stay where we can have fun at someone else’s expense

We Could Stay Here Forever (prod. Garrett.)

just some thoughts I've been having recently

beat by the vibey af: https://soundcloud.com/xmittens

Lryics:

I Think I’m bout to quit,
I’ll put my rhymes back on the shelf,
lock my songs up in a cell,
and say it's only for my health. 
And if I get retaliation, where demands are being made, 
makin it pretty clear they love my inconsistent dedication; 
I’ll say it’s all okay, fact is that my heart just isn’t in it.
Inefficient with relation to creation or a sentence.

Jumbled mess of thoughts who’ve gone out for greener pastures
Chasing bigger chapters,
turning leaves for finding answers.
And I can’t seem to justify writing songs for vacant fans,
preach to empty concert halls, and get applause from ghastly hands.
And what's the use in even trying?
a couple years and I’m still writhing.
Shoving meaning in my writing
and then pen it when I’m crying?
Yeah, I’m done…

At least for now or maybe longer,
the feeling hasn’t left, so perhaps I ought to ponder;
take my leave from weaving stories
find a love for brewing coffees,
exercise my body,
or reattempt to learn karate.

Finally score a lovely date
I think I have a lot to offer,
when I’m not playing games
I’m super into nerdy culture.

I guess I want adventure,
Not the box I seem to live in.
It’s cozy but I’m nosey 
I need to breathe a little action.

And I think it’s fair to say I tend to struggle with acceptance,
of my flaws and my skills I still weaponize my lemons.
Asking questions out to life, like how you make you make your lemonade?
When I was young I learned from Cave to make them into fruit grenades.

And I’m still throwing fire bombs at anything I want to make,
Stressed out over life and strife that it creates.
I need to change my mindset to be okay with being stable.
Take off nostalgia shades and leave my longing at the table,
but that’s easier said than done when I waltz around my past,
and miss the times I had and the way I used to laugh

So in the interest of it healing I’m saying my farewells for now.
goodbye and adios I hope your life continues well.
Jā ne, dosvidanya but it’s time to close the show,
I’ll see you once again as soon as I can learn to let it go.

I’ve been waiting for the day that I can live my dream.
But now It’s too late so pardon me I just have to let it be.
And maybe one day I’ll be able to retry from scratch, 
but I’m sick of chasing them because they never seem to last.

ooohhh ohhh

Quitting

…It Mutates!
Part Five: Incomplete Loops

prod. @prod_garrett
mix. @ibr
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics: 
Death spiral, we twist in an incomplete loop
you lied and I lied, though we didn’t mean to
with each pulse, our sweat streaked skin is see through
our hollowed out skulls, two things that ring true

death spiral, we twist in an incomplete loop
you lied and I lied, though we didn’t mean to
and in bed, our sweat streaked skin is see through
two hands around my neck, one thing that rings true


I’ve got a doubt or two that’s blooming in my head
you’ve got a memory that’s choosing what I said
the threatening sound of hooves is booming where I tread
with the slightest misstep and it’s ruined once again

became a fist that just wants merge with a chin
while you were slurping out skeletons without disturbing the skin
it’s just another naked truth that we’ll vehemently deny
but like a parasitic worm, they see the secrets in our eyes, it’s a lie


Death spiral, we twist in an incomplete loop
you lied and I lied, though we didn’t mean to
with each pulse, our sweat streaked skin is see through
our hollowed out skulls, two things that ring true

death spiral, we twist in an incomplete loop
you lied and I lied, though we didn’t mean to
and in bed, our sweat streaked skin is see through
two hands around my neck, one thing that rings true


it bubbles to the surface with words you’d blurt out in sleep
you had me immolated in a dream world you burned down with glee
I see recurring motifs, the tone is tinged with resentment
you seem so closed off and cold and your phone that’s hidden reflects this

it’s a death wish to prod or question the loop itself
but maybe in other loops I got the affection that you’ve withheld
evade the fucking truth.. like we’re free of wrong doing
but I’ll never lie again, I’ll let the sleeping dogs do it (it’s a fucking death spiral)

Incomplete Loops (prod. Garrett.)

…It Mutates!
Part Six: Koi No Yokan

prod. @prod_garrett
mix. @ibr
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:
I had this dream of you that didn't come true
I've been clicking "delete", "remove", "rescind", and "undo"
but the room is on fire, it's twisting up through the roof 
plumes of smoke leading to a glistening blood moon

it threw my heart for a loop, it's like abusive drug use
the hole in my chest is just a hoop to jump through
it's so stupid.. and I worked nonstop to patch it
but during REM sleep my eyes were knocked off their axis

had my body besieged,  revolting thoughts 
can't seem to shake the feelings, their tendrils are holding on
caught between awake and sleeping - lounging in the nexus
down bad, dreams crushed, ground into a fresh mix

felt sick, itching under all the costumes we had worn
and the fact you didn't want me made me want you even more
I know it's pathetic, so shove it, or throw it on the pile
you're droning on about it, but it's so ineffective, because


it's a premonition of love - and it's creating something sick
it overstayed its welcome and won't take a fucking hint
it's a premonition of love - that's not aware of what it is
with reckless abandon, it doesn't care if something sticks

it's a premonition of love - and it's shifting loose debris
an empire of dirt that I've been sifting through a screen
it's a premonition of love - and it's depicting you and me
who knew a void this big would fit me to a tee?


I'm dealing with it, groggy, the cup is holding coffee
feeling tilted, off balance, but, nothing's rolling off me
I'm hocking up flames, the pain's becoming artwork
my mind won't change, but it mutates into something far worse

I find those dates, get rearranged, inside the corners of my skull
something hopeful in a place that's primed with horrors by default
the walls are thick, the ceiling's damp, the plumbing's been leaking
a healing hand is the fingers of whiskey numbing this feeling

I've been in denial, even though the matter's all but settled
conversations with myself but didn't have the heart to tell him
a reflection with a red nose and strep throat coughs inside a fantasy
as the rest of his head floats off in spite of gravity

grappling with the fact I'm still obsessed
but at least I hide it better, plus I haven't felt depressed
I don't break tradition, so can it, or add it to the list
you're drafting new prescriptions, and it won't make a difference, since

Koi No Yokan (prod. Garrett.)

…It Mutates!
Part Seven: Figure Eight Teeth

prod. @prod_garrett
mix. @ibr
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:
I caught wind of it; rumors of a prolonged mystery
I was loyal to a fault, we grew apart in close proximity
while boxed in we soured on each other in a basement suite
opposite ends, I used wonder when we'd make them meet

information gleaned from the ghost of our bedroom
caused stomach knots, learned that subterfuge was most of your schedule
a number pops, then there goes another text sent in secret
I was your rock, and you were all the fucking insects beneath it 

I guess you think I'm fucking stupid, perceiving a subtle movement
to me must just be a fluke, but like cheating, there's nothing to it
who would trust their partner? And then try to troubleshoot it?
guess my eyes adjust to darkness long after I've sunk into it

I'm just as nauseous now, mixing up tears with drops of rain
you flushed our progress down with enough years to clog the drain
for such a falling out you act like nothing's wrong or taboo 
or maybe guilt itself couldn't stomach gnawing at you


so just know, that I'm bitter and then some
vandalized signs that read "manipulate me"
lies spun from cold lips and a red tongue
with a rotating set of figure eight teeth

this is not a bad dream, this could change your world view
you could hear the wrong name - figure out what hurts you
you might sense a faint snap, you might feel your limbs twitch
you may start to see red, yeah, this’ll sting a bit


I know I shouldn’t miss you or feel a pang of nostalgia
it’s just a struggle to survive inside this sludge of solitude
so here I am again, oblivion adjacent
reside in a clenched fist like all my grudges often do

it was a fully justified gut feeling
with a flash flood of tears and mountain ranges of regret
I sit and stew on things you probably don’t remember
mere moments of your time that took me ages to forget


As the moon begins its shift, the sun'll set with muted colours
near a hill that's lined with every "just a friend" that you can muster
I busted the bunker, and jumped the crocodile tears moat
then broke our common law with what a solid wall fears most

so here goes the last spurt of blood from a heart that's sewn shut
over things you won't admit and under stars that don't budge
beyond the same partner's cold touch
something's causing pain, but in the darkness, it's so hard to know what

I just know that I'm bitter and then some
vandalized signs that read "manipulate me"
lies spun from cold lips and a red tongue
with a rotating set of figure eight teeth

this is not a bad dream, this could change your world view
you could hear the wrong name - figure out what hurts you
you might sense a faint snap, you might feel your limbs twitch
you may start to see red, yeah, this’ll sting a bit

Figure Eight Teeth (prod. Garrett.)

…It Mutates!
Part Eight: Pain

prod. @prod_garrett
mix. @headhaunter
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:
A serrated edge halo and some poorly preened wings
you pecked my cheek as words you said just formed a mean thing
but darling, you're my vice and I was led by your hands
that squeezed my head and turned my eyes into a Venn diagram

your fighting stance is default, button mashed attack moves
had left stab wounds large enough to pass a hand through
and that hand threw this crumpled fucking life in the toilet
(you shut the lid) just to flush a couple spiraling koi fish

rivalling voices in this head all scream in agony
it won't cease until what's in this chest agrees you're bad for me
you're answering and then you grow distant like former colleagues
as you're making origami out of men who show interest

shit, you'd reel me right back with the need to try again
when I'd slip out of your grasp and then feel you guide it in
rewind and pause it here, we can see you hiding it
a mind I lost for years then tearfully reunited with


I'd let you ruin my life, I'd let you bite through the skin 
as long as we're still a thing (girl, you hurt me bad)
you could gouge out my eyes, tell me lies from the start
as long as we're not apart (girl, you hurt me bad)
x2

I've been sucker punched countless times
aim the barrel at me, send another one down the line
outside I seem fine, but on the inside nothing stays put
spleen, stomach, heart, kidneys, and my lungs exchange looks

drunk on dark whiskey, paired with a bite of my tongue
holding your gaze, more like a glare that could rival the sun's
I felt partial to you when your secret life was fulltime
you'd wave a red flag, I'd treat it like a bullseye, 

I got gored, chest pains, the queen's pawn, I'm on board to get played
and she's drawn nylon cords to bedframe, it's checkmate
you edged me - it left me broke, now I've got to deposit some things
you made your statement, should've banked on you withdrawing from me

then we're talking like you're tracking what I'm up to
try to listen intently but you would smack me if I bugged you
you pinned me to the wall, and promised I survived the worst
I'm the main exhibit, the product of your finest work

Pain (prod. Garrett.)

just your average everyday fox producer (I'm not very good at it lmao) that also does other stuff too. (but mainly beats n shit)

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