Yo, listen...
Living life on the down low,
Trained in the art of dying slow,
Speckles of cosmic dust,
Condemned to be pushed, pulled and shoved,
A bunch of ab-noxious cunts, 
Clinging to notions of wrong and right,
Desperate to find a disguise, 
To pull over the eyes,
Hopping to contain and hide, 
The void that resides on either fucking side,
So participants...
You best remain calm, 
Plan ahead of time, 
And prioritize,
Stick to the guidelines, 
Because this carefully crafted clock,
Needs even the smallest of cogs, Anyway...
No contract to read,
You've been signed up,
By turning a blind eye,
But just FYI,
No ones coming out the other side
alive.

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I’ve felt the weight of the boulder 
I’ve carried it on my shoulders
27, growing older
feels like I'm being smouldered 

my heart is turning colder 
only shit in my folders
past the point taking orders 
being confined to your borders

no point in stayin sober
lets all just watch it moulder 
the future has unsoldered
guess i should have told her….

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like a leaf, falling in the breeze
like a fish, swimming upstream
or the world, you mustered up in your dream
we aspired to be free

like the mouse and the creme 
like an engine, blowing off steam
or the empty glass, I fill to the brim 
we played our hand to be free

like a starlet, gleaming with fame
forever still within the picture-frame
or a hero, witty and brave 
beaten by a child at his own game

like a moth, in the flame
like a lion, beaten n tame 
like a lover, lousy and lame
we stood no chance man, there's no-one left to blame

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3.33

"harkas ke bedanad va bedanad ke bedanad
asbe kherad az gombade gardon bejahanad 

har ke nadanad va bedanad ke nadanad
langan kharake khish be manzel beresanad

harkas ke nadanad va nadanad ke nadanad
dar jail morakab, aboldahr bemanad"



manam an bargashte bakht
ke midanam va nemidanam ke midanam 

asbe kheradam direst kardast ram
afsare yaghish az dastam raftast dar

langan kharakam chandist gorkhidast
lagharo o ranjoor, konje kharabat, kardast mast

agheli jahelam, hamishe dar taghala 
miravam bishtar foro ba har dasto har pa
hamin bode ke hast, vasE o oazaAe ma

3.33

be tigham gar koshad, dastash nagiram
va gar tiram zanad menat paziaram
kamanabroye ma ra go bezan tir
ke pishe das o bazoyat bemiram
ghame giti gar az payam dar arad
bejoz saghar ke bashad dast giram?
bara ey aftabe sobhe omid 
ke dar daste shabe hejran asiram
be faryadam ras ey pire kharabat
be yek jore javanam kon ke piram
be gisoye to khordam dosh sogand 
ke man az paye to sar bar nagiram
besoz in khergheye taghva to hafez
ke gar atash shavam dar vey nagiram

3.333 Drunk piano

3.3333

wired up, I’ve got to thaw
could electrocute a cow
with the tension building in my jawww, I
see your lips move, its like blah blahh 
cut it down, collage it up, im feelin da da!

mirrored lines, locked jaws
owl eyes jitter on a cut straw
hot n cold sweats, down my spine
as the dust travels up my nostrils

twisted thaughts’ll leave in you a sense of awe,
like im that jigsaw, you’re too dumb to ever solve
lifes a bad joke man, it offers no resolve
used to be invested, but fuck it, i evolved
never have felt the need to be absolved 
so fuckin over letting my demons starve
Only one thing left on my agenda
and its like item one yo: make the devil cry

wiredup

nature and nurture switching
a slave to perception, my phantom fingers itchin, 
continue to climb, minds steadily twisting
keep myself high, all of the time, my insides are twitching
need to cut the cord,  disconnect, the fucking interface is glitchin.
Cant feel shit, well and truly desensitized 
no need to deduce Sherlock, i know I'm dead inside
wish I could replace this rotten heart of mine
perhaps then id stop thinking, like the rest of yall.
id be capable of keeping my mind in line,
If I had a beat in my beat-less heart, 
i would have realized what it is that i want
then id say something like 
all my life Ive been so blind
I've failed to see the point in life
yet its been there all along
then id be brimming with that ZEST for life
but im
nature and nurture switching
a slaves to perception, my phantom fingers itchin, 
continue to climb, minds steady twisting

Glitch

Life punches hard, its left my lips busted. 
Eyes and throat, gouged n ripped out. i
feel the sting of the hit, ears ringing, gears are all ground, 
steady spinning but they’ve lost
each n every single tooth 
to the relentless motherfucking grind

Brain stunned, skin numb, thoughts all messed up like 
honestly can’t tell which way is up, spinning, heads spun,
watching the sweat beads form n then drip from my palms
rest assured motherfuckers, i didn’t fail to grasp your life lines, never tried!
So I slip beneath the tide, don’t wanna come out the other side
alive, humming to myself its beautiful day to die

Punch line

Live n die in a lucid dream

My Impression of "Koto Song - Jazz Impressions of Japan" by the Dave Brubeck quartet.
lyrics by "Hafez"

gnos otok

MyWay Ft Master Lem

Faded - Moe Prozak edit

Shake me down to my core, resonate with my soul
tare me down brick by brick, make me see how I’m sick
like a dog in heat howling on his knees
as the blood drips from the claw marks on his skin

aint no remedy for the itch 
he steady fuckin feels
at a loss, absolutely clueless of what it is that he needs


high on fumes of misperception
equipped with a mirrors, reflecting faulty motherfuckin reflections
the sweet curse of our shared essence,
this carbon based fuckin disease

so baby please, shed your scales with a wink
i wanna meet the snake you’ve caged up within your skin
greet the fucker with a grin; sinister like
i’ll drink to all your little sins
what’s time for if it's not mine to kill?
tonight I’m yours to thrill 
plus you’ve been starving for my kink
my bounds n my grip

like a tightrope walker as she slips, suspended
a solitary moment of bliss before she gets caught up in my trip
without dunkin her toes in she ended up takin a dip, skinny
bitch was skipping stones in the dark pits where my famished demons chill

she screamed as they fuckin tooooore her limb from limb
n ate the remainder before spitting out her soul, fuckin broken
so carefully collected n crushed em up until they took powder form
n proceeded to store em somewhere safe like all they way up my nose.  yet another attempt at, feeling something other than
mother fuckin cold,  but non of this if news, its all gotten old so 
maybe its time to stop
or maybe all I need is one more?

10/3

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