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Raging in the jaws of the id,
Groups of electrons form lone pairs.
On the benches of Central Park,
Sad sewn mouths swallow the dark.

Dense groups of digital nomads,
Are lost in the chips of iPads,
Grim spreaders of the new plague,
Trapped in solitude's dark cage.

L'esprit vit dans la matière,
Mais c'est la ouate qu'on préfère,
Une vie dans la crème fouettée,
Des âmes noyées dans le Léthé.

At the time of the nuclear dawn,
Chernobyl apples in the town.
Bought as gifts with vengeful glee,
To poison foes and family.

How we misuse our earthly life,
A blade that cuts us like a knife.
Drowned in cycles of daily hate,
Lost on roads that twist our fate.

L'esprit vit dans la matière,
Mais c'est la ouate qu'on préfère,
Une vie dans la crème fouettée,
Des âmes noyées dans le Léthé.
In the void, our voice appears,
In horror vacui, our fears.
In the void, the ego's sheer,
In my soul, a thousand tears.

I would like to travel back,
To the roots of my inner crack,
Facing my ancestral fear,
Exploring the ego's sphere.

L'esprit vit dans la matière,
Mais c'est la ouate qu'on préfère,
Une vie dans la crème fouettée,
Des âmes noyées dans le Léthé.

In the void, our voice appears,
In horror vacui, our fears.
In the void, the ego's sheer,
In my soul, a thousand tears.

L'Esprit Vit Dans La Matière

Europa, one day I will return
Your silvery blue oceans, a sun that never burns
Europa, my home amongst the stars
I watch you from afar, a souls that ever yearns


Europa

Original track by Oziumpoet
https://soundcloud.com/oziumpoet
Guitars by Robert Grigg

Guitar OGs - Oziumpoet And Robert Grigg

Rotations & Revolutions

Smooth

This song was made to express dark moments in life.
My friend CYFR 360 did a great job and enhanced the dark emotion of this song.
Hope that this will relate to someone.
Support him:
https://on.soundcloud.com/ww69Lupba4uYaAGPN0

Lyrics:

Hook
Darkside, that’s where I ride, Glow in my chest but my skin all night, They call me villain, but they ain’t right, Bad intentions? Nah, I do good disguised.

Verse 1
Yeah, halo crooked, but it still shine, Heart pure gold, but the drip all slime, Do wrong things, with the right mind, I rob the dark, just to bless the light. They said I’m toxic, I said “thank you,” Haters my breakfast, I just ate you, Feeding on shadows, that’s my breakthrough, Angel in hell but the horns stay playful.

Pre-Hook
Good side hidden, bad side debut, (I’m trolling) They point fingers, but they all confused. Hook Darkside, that’s where I ride, Glow in my chest but my skin all night, They call me villain, but they ain’t right, Bad intentions? Nah, I do good disguised.

Verse 2 
Label me evil, I laugh on cue, Mirror cracked, show the best and the worst too, Smile in the court, judge ain’t got a clue, If I’m guilty, then the system guilty too. Devil in Dior, angel in rags, Carry my sins in designer bags, Misunderstood like a meme gone bad, But I still spread light when I make y’all mad.

Bridge 
Dark humor, paint my fate, Hate just gas in the car I race, Mislabels, man, that’s free press, They love the villain they can’t confess.Darkside, that’s where I ride, Glow in my chest but my skin all night, They call me villain, but they ain’t right, Bad intentions? Nah, I do good disguised.

Final Hook 
Darkside, that’s where I ride, Glow in my chest but my skin all night, They call me villain, but they ain’t right, Bad intentions? Nah, I do good disguised.

Dark Side(Remix by CYFR 360)

What They Deserve .wav

Just some twitter musings on the present lawlessness in general.

Lyrics:

A journo was making a rather wooden take
That our very cultural survival was at stake
Reciting cliches, chapter and verse
And the state of his cause got progressively worse
As i passively catalogued his obvious failings

As i witnessed his histrionic railing
I admired his persistence 
Tearing on the weenies
Burying the gawking grifters
And telling those randy stoats to get wrecked
And extolling in all parts the liminal grace of 
The champions of full-gilled bravado
And forthright deportment
And bewailing the existence of
Beanie wearing peacoat-bedecked hipsters
Walking around carrying artisanal baked goods
And oat milk cortados in broad daylight in Portland

But the reality of course was rather more dire
Notably an individual in lingerie
Covered in sores stomping a windshield 
And generally ruining some hapless driver's day
Before attempting to light a man on fire
The nearby police 
Bereft of civic desire
Watched for a moment
Before calmly walking away

See me that way

This Dojo

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