August

Slow

Lyrics: 
Never trusting you with a secret ever again: 
this pen will be the only one to know me. 
But the most important thing that I never told you 
was how little I rely on my conscience for morality.

And you're probably off somewhere with a fever, 
a hundred and ninety-two degrees and still cold as fuck,	
and I'm stuck in this basement with a rotten attitude 
and fingers that can't move the way they should.

Goddamn these hands; goddamn these hands; goddamn these hands.

And if the mouse hasn't got the cat by the cradle! 
But who's left to look after the children at home 
when mom and dad go out chasing their own tails? 
Selfishness clinging to them like cigarette smoke.

But wait till the smoke alarm sounds at three in the morning 
and run into their rooms only to find their beds empty 
and you panic but they're only downstairs burning some popcorn 
so you go back to your snoring but it was a

close call, close call, close call.

And last night you told me you dreamed 
that you had hallucinated most of your childhood,	
and you were crying in the corner	
and I didn't know what to say except that very likely you could have done so.

Ballad of a rich man's psychoses

sample from doom metal track Rust by Monolord
"You are the reason that I lied
You are the reason that I tried
Please don't wait until tomorrow
There's only pain, hate, greed and sorrow"

Please don't wait until tomorrow!

Stay healthy

Sampled from The Blow's Invisible

w/o u

another corona beat. Sampled from streets of rage 2 and vocal from Mirah's "The Garden"

Streets of Plague

another rona beat - sampled from Yung Lean's "Shine"
Shine
All I do is I shine
You know I can't go outside
I do this for my life
I stay up and I work all night
I see fluorescent lights
I need a b*tch by my side
Blood on the moonlight
Let me in, imma shine

Can't Go Outside

diminishing armies
diminishing infrastructure
hearts hold over bitter battles
ones we are winning
ones we won

our hearts are shedding
our hearts are numb
try to instigate change
from the ones to hard to focus on
stay warm

facing...
diminishing changes
diminishing lies
diminishing futures
diminishing lights

and mothers of armies
and mothers of cars
they see us huddled on the freeways
there's not much of us to see there anymore

we're huddled in alleys
we're hoping real hard
still keeling over
from the weight of the smog

and mothers of armies
and mothers of pearl
and mothers of lost child
and mothers of girls

caught between
the diminishing industries, arise!
hope for us hard
pray for our lives

mothers of women
mothers of change
mothers of accidents
some mothers are strange

hope hard for our healing
hope hard for our sake
mothers of accidents
will blow us away

mothers of...

Brahm N Cognito

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