Verse 1 (Ebbing Tide of Ego)
The sea’s a cracked mirror, spittin’ saltwater sermons,
Its waves cursive curses—”I’m God’s drunk intern!”
Tumultuous petulance? Nah, it’s just Neptune’s tantrum,
A narcissist with tridents, drownin’ ships for Instagram.
Benevolence? Please. It’d rather flex tsunamis,
Swallow continents whole, then blame the ”climate crazy.”
Relevance? Ask the coral—skeletons stacked in rows,
While the tide writes its memoir in disappearing prose.

Pre-Chorus (Melancholy + Absurdity)
I’m the janitor moppin’ up the ocean’s spilled ego,
Bucket full of mermaid tears and diesel-slicked legos.
A short stint spittin’ words I never meant? Guilty.
My conscience is a piñata—swingin’, split, empty.

Verse 2 (Hustle’s Undertow)
Penchant for gettin’ hella bent? Bro, I’m the pretzel king—
Twist my syntax into knots while the rent’s a hangman’s string.
Sellin’ Girl Scout cookies? Nah, black market Samoas,
Stash ’em in a trench coat, whisper ”sugar’s the new cocaine.”
Thin Mint fame? I’m the cookie monster’s rehab relapse,
Crumb-trailin’ through trap beats, dodgin’ Nabisco contracts.
The sea’s a washed-up rapper, I’m the riptide’s mixtape—
Unmastered, raw, all basslines and duct-taped faith.

Bridge (Syllable Storm)
I verb nouns into oblivion, adjective the void,
Metaphors molt like krill in a whale’s asteroid.
The ocean’s just a vowel—A-E-I-O-uh-oh—
Spit a hurricane’s hook, eye of the storm’s a logo.

Outro (Precision + Chaos)
The tide’s a washed-up hype man, slurrin’ encore chants,
I’m the barnacle on Poseidon’s mic, scribblin’ rants.
Relevance? Bitch, I’m kelp—clingin’, rotten, absurd,
The sea’s a broke jukebox, I’m the skip in its last word.

Neptune's Narcissism

[Verse 1]
Dormant wires hum, under skin
A champion sleeps where the light thins
Clockwork veins, rusted hymns
Ghosts of code where the fight begins

[Chorus]
Dormant champion, rise and decay
Silent engines carve the way
Ash to circuits, circuits to clay
Tomorrow’s shadow eats today

[Verse 2]
Flicker. Static. A pulse in the void
Fractured mirrors where hope’s destroyed
Echoes bargain, “Stay employed”
The crown you wear is a paranoid toy

[Bridge]
You built the maze but forgot the thread…
The champion’s dead. The champion’s dead.

[Outro]
Dormant. Champion.
Dormant. Champion.

Dormant Champion

[VERSE 1]
Within the decks where dreams abide (collide),
The gleam emerges (emerged all)  soft and wide,
It carves (claws) the cypher in the air,
A fleeting script, both bold and rare.

[PRE-CHORUS] 
A measured burst—a whispered art,
Where light,
divides,
the hidden heart (spark),

[CHORUS]
Flashing lights dissolve into murmurs of smoke,
Cold (code) drifts between the joke,
We slip in the space where brilliant haze converges,
In quiet…
...punctuation!

[VERSE 2] 
Amid (within) the vault (fault) of urban breath,
My flesh untangles time from death.
Each beat (beam) unfolds a secret claim,
A simple dance, a tender flame.

The haze adorns the fleeting flare,
In every flicker, 
my dreams, 
do declare (despair).

[BRIDGE 1]
The (A) cadence stirs, both soft and clear,
A [The] language felt yet never near.
In pulses, whispered myths arise—
Inscribed in lies of stripped (strict) disguise. 

[VERSE 2] 
Amid (within) the vault (fault) of urban breath (bread),
My flesh untangles time from death,
Each beat (beam) unfolds a secret claim,
A simple dance (dawn's), a tender flame.

The haze adorns the fleeting flare,
In every flicker, 
my dreams, 
do declare (despair).

[BRIDGE 2]
The (A) cadence stirs, both soft and clear,
A [The] language felt yet never near.
In pulses (impulsive), whispered myths arise (of lies)—
Inscribed in lies (lives) with (of) stripped (strict) disguise.

[CHORUS]
Flashing lights dissolve into murmurs of smoke,
Cold (code) drifts between the joke,
We slip in the space where brilliant haze converges,
In quiet…
...punctuation!

Flashing Lights

My second house set at Lava Lounge during Burning Flipside 2025. Upbeat house and disco with a smattering of fun remixes. I had a super great time playing for everyone not only during this one, but the whole burn. 

Lava Lounge 2025 - Post Burn - Upbeat House Set

My first of 3 DnB sets at Lava Lounge this year. This one was late night and very much the tracks I'm enjoying right now. Also one of my best crowds for DnB, which is always a little tough when switching over from house music, but the people were there to dance. I had a super fun time with this one. 

Lava Lounge - Late Night Drum and Bass

[intro]
Bless the fault line, bless the bend
Lord let the ending catch me clean
No long fade, no soft breath to defend
Just a flash in between the scenes

[verse 1]
Falling for gravity's grin
A slow bleed, a slow spin
Each and every breath a smaller sin
Every sunrise wearing thin

Still, I pray, quiet and polite,
For the lightning with good aim tonight

[pre-chorus]
Watch me leap into the gray
Light the fuse and find me halfway

Can’t crawl through the years again
This body’s a lease I can’t defend
If mercy comes in metal and flame
I’ll call it by it proper name

[chorus]
Give me the slipstream, the sudden end
A holy arrow, I can’t amend
Don’t want to rot by degrees and pretend
Just a clean exit
Amen

[verse 2]
Born running from the long slow fade
Time’s the debt I never paid
Mirrors crack everywhere I've stayed
Truth’s the blade of glass I made

The grave hums my secret wish
A quiet pact, a whispered hiss
When I go, let it be art
A spark, a pulse, a missing part

[bridge]
Don’t mourn me too mild
Don’t paint me too kind
I’m just bored of this crawl
God's cruel design

[final chorus]
Give me the slipstream, the sudden end
A holy error, I can’t amend
Don’t want to rot by degrees and pretend
Just a clean exit
Amen

[outro]
Amen, amen, amen
Amen, till the silence answers back

Clean Exit

[intro]
God, grant me the serenity…

[verse 1]
Keep pourin’ old ghosts into a coffee cup
Sayin’ this time’s different, but it never shows up
Eyes clouded like windows in a house long sold
I keep knockin' hopin’ my friend's still home

[pre-chorus]
I try to pull you up by the hand
But you reach for the bottle instead
Now I pray instead of beg
Whisperin' in the language of regret

[chorus]
God, grant me peace to let you know
The strength to love you from below
If mercy comes, let it find you there
Covered in tar, sayin’ your own sick man’s prayer

[verse 2]
Diggin’ that hole like it owes you gold
Every shovel full, another story told
I seen you bleed just to prove you’re tough
But hell’s got room for fools who can't fight enough

[bridge]
Maybe you’re sick, maybe I am too
Can’t tell where your shadow ends, where I can reach through
God save me from bein’ angry tonight
Help me see him in the different light

[pre-chorus reprise]
I asked the rain to wash us clean
But it just made the mud more mean

[chorus]
God, grant me peace to let you go
The strength to love you from below
If mercy comes, let it find you there
Covered in tar, speaking the sick man’s prayer

[outro]
Thy will be done

Sick Man's Prayer

Big Potato Moths

Asymptomatic alphas amplify aggression
Algorithms aim anger, automate appression

Big-tech bootlickers buy belief and blood
Bankroll broken backs, baptize it in mud

Cracker-cult capitalists, country-club clowns
Cancel-culture cannibals cut carcasses down

Draft-dodgin’ defenders demolish democracy
Data-drunk donors deepfake...

Evangelical echoes echo excess
Egos erect empires, empathy exits

Federal fraudsters, fiscal fiends in disguise
Feeding Fox-fed fantasies, fabricating lies

Gaslighting generals, gospel, greed, and guns
Gig wars, gig work, gold-grilled grins

Hollow heroes hoard headlines, hide history’s hemorrhage
Hashtags, hate-speech, hyperlinked leverage

Insider influence, ivory towers implode
Inflation inflamed, idiots overload

Justice jacked by judges, jaded journalists lie
Jingoistic jesters jam joy till it dies

Kings of kleptocracy kill kindness kwik
Keyboard krusaders kick konscience slick

Lobbyists launder laws like laundromat lye
Luxury lifeboats, letting poor folk die

Media mouthpieces manufacturing myth
Monetized misery marketed bliss

Neo-nostalgic nationalists nail nuance shut
Newsfeed narcotics numb neurons in rut

Oligarchs orchestrate outrage online
Offering opiates, optics, decline

Pizzagate prophets preach paranoia
Patriots posturing, propaganda-gloria

Q-anon quacks quote questionable queries
Quantum quibbles quake quiet qonspiracies

Recession rebels rig rules in the rain
Revolution rewritten, rinse, repeat pain

Social feeds spit sermons, sell synthetic souls
Silicon saints steal seconds, scrolling control

Taxpayer tears trickle to tycoon towers
Truth traded, tongues tied, talk-show cowards

Unhinged unions under ultra-rich reign
Utility undone, unemployed in pain

Viral villains virtue-signal for views
Voting vaporized, values confused

Warhawks waltz with Wall Street wives
Welfare wilted while wealth survives

Xenophobic xylophones xenon-lit loud
X-rated X-ecs exploit the crowd

Youth yoked yearly, yearning, yet yielding
YouTube yuppies yawning, your hope congealing

Zero-sum zealots zip through zones
Zion, Zuck, and zombies - welcome home!

Alphabet dystopics, acrobatic autopsy
Every letter bleeds with a creed of hypocrisy

Alphabet Dystopics

Si yo fuera el diablo, vería el plan del hombre,
le diría al barrio: “La Biblia es un cuento.”
¿El hombre hizo a Dios? No, ese soy yo en tu mente,
siembro duda en la esquina y el alma se ausente.

Corono la avaricia, la envidia en el trono,
hago ver lo bueno débil, lo malo, el patrono.
Pecado en la fiesta, botella y pastilla,
santos de cóctel mientras la serpiente brilla.

Si yo fuera el diablo
(Señor, ¿me oyes?)
torcería tu don, tu visión entera.
(Si yo fuera el diablo)
tomaría tus vicios, tu fe sincera.
(Señor, ¿me oyes?)
torcería tu don, tu visión entera.
(Si yo fuera el diablo)
tomaría tus vicios, tu fe sincera.

Si yo fuera el diablo, estaría en tu feed,
pecados en stories, codicia en reels.
Vendo amor en frascos, guerra sin fin,
verdad en un meme que borras al fin.

Si yo fuera el diablo, inflaría tu duda,
políticos míos, palabras desnudas.
Los mansos se hunden, los fuertes se rinden,
los perdidos me siguen, y gritan que viven.

Encendería la pantalla, nublaría tu mente,
borro las líneas de “tuyo” y “de la gente”.
Si yo fuera el diablo, robaría tu tiempo,
vendrías tu alma llamándolo “emprendimiento”.

Si yo fuera el diablo
(Señor, ¿me oyes?)
torcería tu don, tu visión entera.
(Si yo fuera el diablo)
tomaría tus vicios, tu fe sincera.
(Señor, ¿me oyes?)
torcería tu don, tu visión entera.
(Si yo fuera el diablo)
tomaría tus vicios, tu fe sincera.

Si yo fuera el diablo…
tú lo llamarías progreso.

Si yo fuera el diablo

Very little is ever just one thing...

--BEWARE--
Unearned Wisdom
-and-
Smiling Glad-Hands

Clean Exit

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