Postured in twisted positions for what seems eternity. The slight movement that does exist will loom over for hours. Nothing was ever coming to save me at the poisonous forest and honestly I'd understand . It kills me . I bled a bit through this. Soaked//..Drrrencheddd 
Blinded by those ones. Some of these dipped files you'll hear have siphoned strips of my veins rendering a black aura throughout their wirey bends. Not sure the if the saturated/ an \BAbeAl in some of these songs will follow an ordered cadense 22 you,, some of my nearby pozzezzions are disruptive and ricochet sound into m y POOOOOR mic 
they hold much mass,(
surveilliance
, or maybe they exist in a door. 
Either way it was a pain warping the bulk of these projects into a collective ?? //.. <> . bat.  Burn lotta substances and P
eace...
REcursor.... 

Movies had something to do with this project....MinnMnYYYYYYY videooos. like it was all recorded before it ever occured.  OR maybe the evil trickster disordered MYYY Ageeee 
disablinng EMotions . 
ermmmm ..
THIS PROJECT IS NOT A TARGET TO YOUR SUBCONSCIOUS .. YOU CONSCIOUSLY FOUND THIS PROJECT. YOU AARE AWARE AND YOU ARE NOT BEING TROLLED tha_|_s keeey


 thankss if you do listen. hopefully you'll find the right answers and end the ?worlds?.]{sunken in psychodramatic mass surveilled over grown infantile cyclastical stage . Or you'll just simply enjoy some of the songs. u r beautiful.

-tweaker+ song  prod+l4dyk1ll3r-

sata0 full of discharge prod exorcism4girls

Lyrics:
Fuck the biible
fuck these hos\
How I’m supposed to trust you anymore

Now I’m all alone by my brokes
Wake up dead phone
Won’t be gone
Why you so down in the dump
Up in the sky so that’s whassup
I just satellite 
Intellect
 In my faraday cage weapons bruh
Psychotronic weapons in my brain
I don’t even really know what to say
She got psychotronics in all our brains
And they went over my head
I wanna be with her
She with him
I don’t wanna hear I wasnt with the shit
Sold everything now I’m really ripped
Definitely something in the skin
Since he takes you 
Thanks again
But things getting really dangerous
I’ll just go away from it
I already know I didn’t do it 
I aint do it
I was on the no name list
Fuck spawn cells 
Don’t need a bitch
Upset bout my tina like a ho
;/// 
I don’t really know where I wanna go
//////????

Fuck the bible 
Fuck these hos
How am I supposed to trust you anymore 
Now I’m all alone by my brokes
Wake up dead phone
Won’t be gone
Why you so down in the dump
Up in the sky so that’s whassup

- d4m4643 h34rt 4nd m1nd fr0m h3r psych0tr0n1cs+

Postured in twisted positions for what seems eternity. The slight movement that does exist will loom over for hours. Nothing was ever coming to save me at the poisonous forest and honestly I'd understand . It kills me . I bled a bit through this. Soaked//..Drrrencheddd 
Blinded by those ones. Some of these dipped files you'll hear have siphoned strips of my veins rendering a black aura throughout their wirey bends. Not sure the if the saturated/ an \BAbeAl in some of these songs will follow an ordered cadense 22 you,, some of my nearby pozzezzions are disruptive and ricochet sound into m y POOOOOR mic 
they hold much mass,(
surveillance
, or maybe they exist in a door. 
Either way it was a pain warping the bulk of these projects into a collective ?? //.. <> . bat.  Burn lotta substances and P
eace...
REcursor.... 

Movies had something to do with this project....MinnMnYYYYYYY videooos. like it was all recorded before it ever occured.  OR maybe the evil trickster disordered MYYY Ageeee 
disablinng EMotions . 
ermmmm ..
THIS PROJECT IS NOT A TARGET TO YOUR SUBCONSCIOUS .. YOU CONSCIOUSLY FOUND THIS PROJECT. YOU AARE AWARE AND YOU ARE NOT BEING TROLLED tha_|_s keeey


 thankss if you do listen. hopefully you'll find the right answers and end the ?worlds?.]{sunken in psychodramatic mass surveilled over grown infantile cyclastical stage . Or you'll just simply enjoy some of the songs. u r beautiful.

-self praise+

I don’t like the way you look
Popped up yea I’m not playing
Why I’m playing
Automate your mind you’re all set
Something tells me that you’re sick
I don’t wanna do this either 
We’re all just money
Money spent 
You already know whats going on
Tell me that you’re alright and through
I can’t care alot about you
You’re always you and that’s the truth
** run away from you and refute 
I don’t really know myself 
a retard 
And

 your body’s well
All I do is walk and melt and it tells me what time to tell
Watch this time cube fold and melt that’s me I go to large amounts
Locally 
A
Satanist 
It bothers me I’m saying this

Oh yea right you’re an artist this settles me inside my skin
I don’t want to fuck with me and that’s ok I will prevent 
Oxygen ay you’re loving this I’m loving it
I don’t want no crap from you you’re a no one they’ll get paid from you 
You already know I’m over you

h34rt sh4p3d r0ck prod exorcism4girls

Lyrics: 
Walking around should I hide
I shut off myself like lightning 
I don’t wanna sit by the router 
+I should pair myself I’ll replenish it-
 Now I know what’s there for us
Post inside myself for it
Watching down my skin for (/(/H4_|_
You’d all know my sick forehead
I been watching labyrinth 
Massive judgement in your head
Guestimate your body experience
Lets go suicide. _-=-
+ side your head

All  I want is blood  to shed
Somatization for IT
That’s how I know your shit so unreal
 Foaming 
Made the lord repent
Holographic satan comes
Walk around this year you’re done


Posted by myself for us
Sacrifice yea dude you’d love
I should’ve said come here get some 

!You can carry your dead brother! 

 I diddd want the sacrifice 

But I did turn my head too bright 

Piloting my head to cry
Possession like thats not nothing
You already know whats up
Bitch told me that nigga not tough
Said that he’d eat all of your drugs
Animate the session

Run
 

And i said you know this is my ex 

Silly is my images 
 Run around you’ll do it  again bruh
 Bunch of pilots in her butt
All I want is us

110124 s4t3ll1t3 fl4sh3s h0t h4ck

lyrics: And I’m an angel
You don’t wanna deal with me
Took your sweet time to repair
Decimate your ornament 
Decimate your trash can with your handsome
Lift the vortex morally before it saves you
Postulate your words so that they waste you
Pump that 
Desecrate your ornament 
Before sound sparks 
Decimate all order, men
Emp grenade 
It takes you away
The space time continuum
It wants to relate
The decimal point, it extends
Theres no point in going in
But I  must continue anyways 
Formulate 
Outer experiences
Then you’ll really…
Perform for interest
With your head at your cock
Mine is swollen
Thats all she got
Wish I could give her more
But I’m too soft
It boggles my mind 
Why it even matters
Something as flattering as I
But I can’t come
Decimate..
Fallen like an angel
Undercover angel
She’s an undercover angel
Undercover angel
Undercover angel


_-angel03b45+

blaspheme jesus while listening to this and move through ur local area as a fret and deflate their position. was  eventually carried away by ems a couple days after this half crafted file of disobedience was molded together.  feeding off of my blood and deepening the LOGIC behind the acts that morphs between mundanity. A SONG ALSO to venerate your LOST OBJECTS AND POSSESSIONS that you'd have died with had it weren't for their being lost or stolen. CAN BE USED FOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRR MAAAAAASTERING BUILDINNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGG WEAPONNNNNNNNNNS IF YOU LISTEN TO IN DARK AND AROUND YOUR BLOOD . but gentle to yourself.  read about stuff you enjoy . find other artists and enjoy their stuff.

-s y n c h r o n i z a t i o n+f1n4l

lyrics: 
Posted up in the air in the sky
Stand by the ball so that way you can buy your ball
I can come across as everything that you’re not			
And exist there without nodding	
 Nothing there is very real boy, you is not
Posted up a cop
Bitch I said I seen us slide
Rotate and make sure exposed to his heart 
 Right access speed  there’s a new to dash 
That’s a astral position if you act slow
Decimate other integers thats sassful
Bashful yea niggas always say he’s bashful
Bash in the head of a maniac it’s classical 

I’m bored than the last note
 You’re bitchin

You bitches don’t stand for nothing
Return your left hand carry the license
And I exist as an integer can’t lie with it

Prosecute the nerd and then I turn him to the nitrous 
Probably cause you’re running out of time 
And I exist as an integer can’t lie with it
 
Pussys always fussin in silent
Ashtray goes across your pageant 
You bitches don’t stand for nothing
 Prosecute the nerd then I turn him to the nitrous 
Possibly cause you’re running out of time bitch
And I exist as an integer can’t lie with it
Pussys always fussin in silent


-l3v1t4t10n+ incandescent lamp3

lyrics: Loving to do black shit 
Stitches in my fucking arm
I don’t talk bout nothin i be bluffing and I’m sudden
Suddenly I’m more refined and I bind shit up  like of the mummy bitch
I don’t have no fucking shit
Levitate by sitting on the ledge im fucking railing in
 Do a bunch of ritalin and sit inside the sentiment 
What is there to press if it gets hit without an instrument
  Blunt force to your head and to your organs where you’re intimate
Entities be summoning and coming in with gravity 
Forces can be possessed on the sound that’s why the lash at me
I just beat myself and then I come in like a masterpiece 
I’m the fucking masterpiece 
Artistic like happy b
I’m inside the cell inside the room without no napping b
Use this beat just capping
And i be collapsing
Move across the room but there’s nothing there but sappy
I sense something happen, nothing there it’s just me rapping	
Levitate into the sky
Scissor hands I be demanding and I’m expanding my sense but i dont have none that’s alright
Ima fucking masterpiece (me joking)
You don’t know my actions you keep acting as 
A theatrical uh boring
I cannot be boring bet im snoring and im coasting on myself just when I’m located 
If you know where I’m  located it gave me the address bitch
I block the ip and block that Im moving with the bot
I don’t have a bot at all assuming you’re a know it all
Stupid in the lobby bitch i so get on that SARry shit
I be feeling right along my league when I be running in
You don’t know what you got in your head to be before it set  

Scissor hands I be demanding and I’m expanding my sense but i dont have none that’s alright
Ima fucking masterpiece (me joking)
You don’t know my actions you keep acting as 
A theatrical uh boring
I cannot be boring bet im snoring and im coasting on myself just when I’m located 
If you know where I’m  located it gave me the address bitch
I block the ip and block that Im moving with the bot
I don’t have a bot at all assuming you’re a know it all
Stupid in the lobby bitch i so get on that SARry shit
I be feeling right along my league when I be running in
You don’t know what you got in your head to be before it set  

It’s a christ war where they play games
Starting to last as a djinn
It’s a vision sitting as your bestfriend
Sitting in my tank so im acting goddamn crazy like a vegetable
Better protect cause I cannot find that spot
I’m just snooping off a Ra
Found that caveman at the spot
Systematic functioning
Living in my room and I’m exhuming your body again
Digging up the grave i feel the gravesite in my veins
Pop in the sight if you know what it’s about then
Loving myself 
Lost until you went and found it
Love in your house but I cannot keep it sounded
Keep the sounds at illegal volumes for the venue
If you found it at the table




antichrist war with darpa weapons

Seeping in compacted net of knives swallowing djinns blaspheming ultra. Against all modern psychological debates

New tracks tagged #pseudoskepticism