Slippery ticklish feelings 
Sliding, sinking I'm reeling 
Repulsed, frightened and aroused 
Shush! Don't be so loud!

I asked the girl between the curtains 
Who do you belong to?
She blurts out she's not certain 
Maybe she needs to be wooed
“Do I belong to a force above?
Do I belong to material society?
They all seem so entitled, barren of love 
So it seems 
What if I belong to me?
But how do I know what is me?
What should me be?
If I do this - will you leave?
‘Cuz it's too much - with nothing left to earn or chase
If I don't - will you lose interest?
Not enough and I'm erased with haste 
Will it bite me? 
Injecting me with venom 
Ruin my life with hurt or make me desensitized and numb 
Will you stick me with pills that make me sad so a seed won't grow or make me cut it out or go and give it away?
Will you lull me into trust?
Leave when I'm helpless 
Think I'm ruined and not worthy of love ?
My body that was once a subject of lust 
Now a subject of disgust 
Or will you try but not be strong enough? 
Make them think I'm reckless 
A leech they’ll preach 
Nothing but the word no is foolproof
And it's a word that no one likes to have heard 
They call it prude
Don't "shrink" me and complain that I'm "small "
Don't tell me - oh - don't say that it's all 
I'm good for - yet ultimately
Believe that it's the death of me 
I can be what you want if you respect it and make up your mind 
Then maybe I'll make up my mine
I'll either ache with repression or I will ache from the hurt of it actualized 
And tossed aside 
For teenage love is never real 
There's no right way to reveal
You can touch - but don't look - you can look - but don't touch 
No matter - no matter what - my sexuality is guilt
The white flowers wilt”

Slippery ticklish feelings

Cover art, lyrics, production and singing by: Jessica "Nikki Ceceré" Brown

Slippery Ticklish Feelings

I'm your man 

Personality, corresponding beliefs, intelligence, looks and/ or money,
Until we can read each other’s minds, reach through our physical Confines 
And not need tangible food to survive..

People only love what they can use
Listen, I am no fool
Though I won't be a dog at your heels
I'll follow the laws of the world's hard boot
Outside of my control
So I earn the heavenly glass slipper shoes
For the glory of a future princess queen unseen
Mother Mary
To see if I fit

People only love what they can use
Listen, I am no fool
But nobody's perfect at the end of the day
So you choose the one who seems like the best trade
Sign some papers, so if they go and change 
You stick around, you choose obligation, if you're good, be loyal and Stay
Desire is a fickle, unpredictable, elusive, insatiable devil
Discipline is freedom, a transformative, grounding level
Shared burdens bring people together 
Doing only what feels good is a weak man's fetter
Lust is meaningless and temporary 
There's no better 

People only love what they can use
Listen, I am no fool
Though I won't be a dog at your heels
I'll follow the laws of the world's hard boot
Outside of my control
So I earn the heavenly glass slipper shoes
For the glory of a future princess queen unseen
Mother Mary
To see if I fit

In this world of uncertainty, magnitude and confusion
When every decision 
Comes with conditions
How do you know who's the best choice?
Overwhelmed by illusion and a seductive, disembodied, voice
Empty promises with no substance 
Missy prissy, I'm your man 
I'll play the game, I'll be a catch 
I'll be above it, I'll do it with purpose, but I won't be 
Your slobbering slave 
And together we may
Achieve something higher

People only love what they can use
Listen, I am no fool
Though I won't be a dog at your heels
I'll follow the laws of the world's hard boot
Outside of my control
So I earn the heavenly glass slipper shoes
For the glory of a future princess queen unseen
Mother Mary
To see if I fit

This world is oozing with 
Self indulgent
Short sighted 
Decadent lies
Of emotional 
Impractical 
Yet 
All
Too 
Conditional 
Romance
That I'll stand above with a cool 
Stoic stance
Not gruff 
But tough 
Yet smooth
Not bowing to anywho. 
Give you my love
For you to use
To make a center, make a heart
And I to provide 
And to guard

People only love what they can use
Listen, I am no fool
Though I won't be a dog at your heels
I'll follow the laws of the world's hard boot
Outside of my control
So I earn the heavenly glass slipper shoes
For the glory of a future princess queen unseen
Mother Mary
To see if I fit

Weaker men 
Dismiss it as 
A hard cross to bare
Well I say 
Good men do what's hard
And I stand on the shoulders of giants 
With sharp spiked shoes
So privileged
In comparison 
And it wouldn't be 
Easy 
Or right 
For you
To
Carry 
It 
Along with
The other duties you have to execute 
I'm not making my woman work more jobs than me

People only love what they can use
Listen, I am no fool
Though I won't be a dog at your heels
I'll follow the laws of the world's hard boot
Outside of my control
So I earn the heavenly glass slipper shoes
For the glory of a future princess queen unseen
Mother Mary
To see if I fit

When I was a boy
I spent many nights wondering if the body and soul should be
Aligned
Looking for some mystical bridge
Until I realized
That in order to live 
I was pondering a bridge
When what I needed
Was a ladder to ascend
No need to connect
Two fleeting clouds of smoke
While now you don't know
It may make sense when you’re older
Earth is just a test
A means, not end (1/2)

I'm Your Man: The Ballad of The Heels, The Shoes, The Boot, and Mother Mary

When there can be
No meat for me
She says doing that will make you go blind
But I heard carrots help you see..
 
So I rape the vegetable crisper 
To the thought of some man 
Without a face
We'll 
Just 
Call 
"Mister"
But often times I cannot concentrate 
When I try to masturbate
Instead strange visions permeate
Scared out of my body
Transported to another place..
 
In the close isolation of the country
The men they are more friendly 
Yet the animals are more elusive and trembling
 
Not like the animals of the city
More accustomed to apparent vice and people
These are more reserved, yet skeptics of the silent solemn southern steeple
They build their nests around
Wary of those whose southern hospitality superficial sweetness
After Sunday service
Is hunting bound
And what if they aren't traders
What if that's just nature?
 
In the close isolation of the country
The men they are more friendly 
Yet the animals are more elusive and trembling
Why are they trembling?
 
They say animals can sense your fear
Whether valid or not
As well as  genuine disaster 
Approaching their spot
How do I know when to trust instinct
My eager body's jolts
Or instead my intuition's emotional revolts?
Our sixth sense lost to evolution 
Or convinced it's a sin 
Overwhelmed we spin
 
In the close isolation of the country
The men they are more friendly 
They are much more friendly 
Why are they so friendly -
To a girl they don't know?
Yet the animals are more elusive and trembling
Trembling
Bending down to tie my shoes in the woods exposes my panties
I am not alone
I am exposed
He's watching behind a tree
The hunter with his gun bullet piercing
I wondered would he still respect me in the aftermath?
He replied that's what they all ask
And then he just laughed
Is he really a man?
His sweaty body slithering on top of me like a snake
In the grass 
With loveless incubus eyes that only take
Feeling so detached and strange
In my dirt
(Not life giving soil) weaving through my hole
Like a worm 
In Eve's apple
  
In the close isolation of the country
The men they are more friendly 
Yet the animals are more elusive and trembling
 
Like a rabbit hearted virgin
Constantly horny and afraid
Nervously the only food I crave
Are the fruits of my labor
That in this strange foreign land
I can’t reap
I can't reach
This country like a lifeless desert
They say you are what you eat
Well if that be true
According to 
What passing through
My other lips
I guess I’m a vegetable
Paralyzed 
Unable
To socialize
Boiling in a pot
Carrot soup, rabbit stew

Cover art, production, lyrics and singing by: Jessica "Nikki Ceceré" Brown 
Features the song “Traversing” by Godmode

The Rabbit Hearted Girl and the Carrot Dildo Convergence

Bodies mash 
Different emotions clash 
Cut through 
My apprehension
 
Attack of the 7 foot virgin
Attack of the 7 foot virgin 
Itching like you’re urgent
Huge, pent up excited energy
Ready to implode
Inside of me
A child, a man
Can't smile in photographs 
Can’t conjure emotions contrived
Or understand sarcasm, wide eyed
Yet prematurely grey haired and serious
It's all so real, intense and furious
Yet almost debilitatingly idealistic,  with high expectations 
Towering 
 
First date, spin out of control, you crash your car
Stuck for hours, we talk about god
Bruises on my lips, you kiss so hard
We soar, nose dive, finger me on the beach at night
And drive to the fields behind of my old elementary and high schools
To be alone
In a ghost town dreamlike haze 
Echoing of rebirth and abandonment  to my lose innocence  
With allegiance to my origins 
In a strange malise
We make out and play fight
But careful boy, no hard bites
 
Bodies mash 
Different emotions clash 
Cut through 
My apprehension
 
I am dumb, my body is unresponsive
Basking in tension 
My mind wants to want you, I want to feel good
(I think I do?)
But male pride and female fantasy die 
At instruction
The death of spontaneous love
We struggle to comprehend
Body language 
And 
Different libidos
Can hurt egos
Still, you can't read my mind
And hell, I can't even read mine 
Half the time 
We barf at whimpering 
Simpering 
Men
And the titty smothered, eager inexperienced clingy cross eyed kind
That likes to drool
Male Possession and lonliness 
Are such powerful tools
Creating, at worst, Obsession and violence
And at best, an attitude that’s warm and protective 
Sorry dude this won't be perfection 
 
Attack of the 7 foot virgin
Attack of the 7 foot virgin 
Itching like you’re urgent
Huge, pent up excited energy
Ready to implode
Inside of me
A child, a man
Can't smile in photographs 
Can’t conjure emotions contrived
Or understand sarcasm, wide eyed
Yet prematurely grey haired and serious
It's all so real, intense and furious
Yet almost debilitatingly idealistic,  with high expectations 
Towering 
 
Shake your can of worms
Shake your can of worms
Do you want me to play with your worm?
Sorry man, it's not you, 
I just squirm
In my dark ditch
Between my legs, I could curl up and die
Inside of me, inside of me
Trapped in my mom's rape scarred womb 
No gravity
Strangled by the umbilical cord 
Of ancestral trauma, a premature tomb
Unfeeling creature, don't look down at the
Heights
Do you want to hold me down? 
Do I want you to?
I love your love bites
I don't think I -I don't 
Love your love bites
Love bites
Love bites
Not loathe bites
I'm growing to my rebirth 
But misunderstanding is inevitable 
Overgrown out of time.

Cover art, production, lyrics and singing by: Jessica "Nikki Ceceré" Brown
Features the song “The Sewars” by Jeremy Korpas

Attack of the 7 Foot Virgin!

The body, the soul, the home, cry for a little space to roam...
 
Labor contractions 
And earth quake fractions 
The uterus is prolapsing
The bladder is collapsing 
And the floor is falling through
And it's all because of you
Your pretty face
The space that you take
Summoned by her
And her desire
The desire to make a home
The femininity overload
When all you have is your nest
You'd think that you'd  do your best
To keep it in order 
But she was a hoarder
Because she couldn't let go
And neat little rows
Ironically cramped her
And stifled her soul
Yes, love can't move in perfectionism, can't jump run or roll
Still the body needs to breathe
And she has to learn to realize the body and soul are really connected and Seperate both from the home
 
The body, the soul, the home, cry for a little space to roam..

Cover art, production, lyrics and singing by: Jessica "Nikki Ceceré" Brown
Features the song “Dangerous Toys” by SefChol

Mother.Body.Home

I know a girl a girl on the scene
Who likes to sing
"My body tis of me
Sweet land of big titties
Yes, I do it for me - I don’t do it for he
I know what it means to be free"
But the bell rings
But the bell rings
What happens if you disagree?
What happens when you say no?
The wind blows
And carries a screech

"I'm a free woman so he won't leave 
And be free
You see, you see
I’m a free woman so he won't be"
They tell you to dream big so they can tax you more
Don’t enjoy yourself, be a whore
"I'm free 'cuz I fuck my man so he’ll stay
I'm free 'cuz I'm a corporate slave 
To better survive
I'm feminist 'cuz I climbed the ladder to 
Stand above others, their punily lives
I'm body positive 'cuz I'm fat off abused animals I got from a worker on minimum pay
Hey hey hey
It's the American way 
My teeth are chipped
From biting the rock of power
To see if it was real
Oh fuck my tits
Sucking cock’s gone sour
I don't know how I should feel"

I know a girl a girl on the scene
Who likes to sing
"My body tis of me
Sweet land of big titties
Yes, I do it for me - I don’t do it for he
I know what it means to be free"
But the bell rings
But the bell rings
What happens if you disagree?
What happens when you say no?
The wind blows
And carries a screech

I'm such a good actress
Doing my gymnastics
I go along with your fantasies
I say things that aren't true/
I do it for you 
Your fantasies that you're yelling
As I don't feel a thing
 While you scream: "I wanna fill you with me" (3x)
I'd do anything to please
I'm a doll
In a box
Watch me fall

I know a girl a girl on the scene
Who likes to sing
"My body tis of me
Sweet land of big titties
Yes, I do it for me - I don’t do it for he
I know what it means to be free"
But the bell rings
But the bell rings
What happens if you disagree?
What happens when you say no?
The wind blows
And carries a screech

Being a whore is not about enjoying sex or sleaze 
It's about sacrificing your integrity 
To please 
Too much of originality 
Has been sacrificed in the name of playing it safe for money
With banality  
Appeal to the masses
Forget what you learned in your classes 
Don't kiss the coins
For you don't know the germs
Gathered by those who oink
It took to earn
On its way to you
Just 'cuz it don't smell pu ew ew

I know a girl a girl on the scene
Who likes to sing
"My body tis of thee
Sweet land 
Sweet.."

"Censor, shrink,
Gatekeep,
And tone police
Open my legs
And close my mouth
It always works without a doubt
Act like we're friends but don't get too close
Tell my concerns but actually don't"

My boss and my man
Wanna hold me down
But I want power, I want pleasure
Give it to me now (3x)

While it's not real 
and I start to squeal 
It doesn't matter anyhow
Everyone scrambles for a false crown"

"Ima blow you to kingdom come
In my kingdom I don't cum
My pussy's too numb
Is this freedom? (3x)
Freedom is not the same as gratifaction or survival 
The three are tangle
As rivals 
They wrangle"

In my cunt- try (3x)

Cover art, production, lyrics and singing by: Jessica "Nikki Ceceré" Brown

My Body 'Tis Of Me

6 -7- 8 My eyes dilate
6-7-8 I can't fucking wait 
6 figures
7 feet
8 inches 
Give into me
Give into me
Get into me

If your wood was a tree
I'd be an axe 
Cut you down with a single wack
Yet make you feel like a man
You'd fall all over my lake 
I wouldn't take as much as I'd make
Your offering
Of masculine energy 
Into a bridge
That would connect 
And be the foundation
Of something bigger than us
And our lust

6-7- 8 My eyes dilate
6-7-8 I can't fucking wait 
6 figures
7 feet
8 inches 
Give into me
Give into me
Get into me
I'll crack your nuts
I'll use your seed
In the way nature was intending

My king
My liege 
My daddy
C'mon
C'mon
Let's get it on
C'mon
C'mon
All night long
C'mon 
C'mon 
I want your dong

Cover art, production, lyrics and singing by: Jessica "Nikki Ceceré" Brown
Features the song “Addict " by NEFEX

6figures.7feet.8inches.

I run out of the house in a floral dress
And attract
Bees that attack
Better cover up in black
Haven't you heard the buzz?
I can't be who I was!

I run out of the house in a floral dress
And attract
Bees that attack
Better cover up in black
Haven't you heard the buzz?
I can't be who I was!

I run out of the house in a floral dress
And attract
Bees that attack
Better cover up in black
Haven't you heard the buzz?
I can't be who I was!

It's over it's over no need to hide
I now wear the pigment
Of yellow bees and butterflies
In my lipstick!

Cover art, production, lyrics and singing by: Jessica "Nikki Ceceré" Brown

The Buzz

Dust bunnies in the back of my head
munch upon word salads 
like autumn leaves 
that wither as I forget 
memories 
of what was truly said 

When I was a kid
who couldn't sleep at night
and my parents' room was locked tight
I'd stare at nothing until nothing became a sight 
the smudges and the shadows were 
my friends and demons on the walls and the door
the smudges were mistakes
the shadows the shade 
of darkness illuminating life 
like the mind responds to boredom and confines
turning mundane accidents into something more on the blank slate
the blackness covers and creates 
animals and people in blob shapes
without any authority to tell me what's fake

Dust bunnies in the back of my head
munch upon word salads 
like autumn leaves 
that wither as I forget 
memories 
of what was truly said

Dust Bunnies Munch On Word Salads

She says "I believe it but I can't sell it"
She communicates though she can't tell it
Well you're still hurt if you can't yell it
And it's still shit if you can't smell it!

The movie's familiar,  I think I've seen it
We believe in equality until it's no longer convenient 
Human life has no inherit value
Everyone has something to prove
Discrimination is only bad if it happens to you
Defensively checking over her shoulder 
So she can get the bag
In a marble office molded by tortured boulders 
Only help others if it can help you brag
Spinning around in a whirl
It's a bitch eat bitch world!
Self important people ople who get high off their own farts
Acting like it's all some kind of deep art

Marble hotels and marble office buildings
Fear a balance might be tilting 
In these death paced museloums 
She goes like a Christian to a colesoum 
Going to be ripped apart by lions
Except for her it's corporate buyins 

I watch the men in suits on the train
And dream of them stomping on my spleen
And reveling in the pain
There is an inherit relationship between
Masochism and materialism
How people get to command
The leather gloves on their pretty hands
The third world slaves, their own work, and the skin the animal gave
Comfort makes you soft
Comfort makes you rot
But not as much as the people who sweat to keep the Comfortable on top

Everything is empty and decadent
Dull beige and overstuffed glitter  beguilment 
But I see the chipped paint in the corner
I see the bodies in the coroner 
What brought us here and our end
The wage slave's self sacrifice is a flag 
False humility flying half mast, her mask
In these unpredictable, artifical winds

Angsty Work Poem

I do the bus stop hop to get the driver to halt
I do a sly little waltz to show it's not my fault
When I arrive at the spot
I'll say I'm not who I'm not
I say forget the past
And start that dirty talk

Take the fuck bus to pound town
Take the fuck bus to pound town
Take the fuck bus to pound town

Daddy's new Viagra just came in
I'm going to make his head spin
I'm the bitch in charge
And I'm wanted at large
And I wanted it large 
So I went to his car
And we went really far

The bus hiccups and burps
While the marginalized slurp
And I think about how between my thighs it hurts

Fuck Bus to Pound Town

She's hunting, searching, plotting
For a man-shaped god

Scavenging scavenging
The compost heap 
She creeps
Looking through other women's leavings

She's hunting searching plotting
For a man shaped god

She'll rush to find a new father god cloaked
In a kaleidoscope of overwhelming cope 
To pull down a velvet rope
Baptise her in roses and in soap
In a cult 
Of dust and sand
In bird's feather molt
She wants god in a man
Summoned through remnants of passed time 
To make offerings and a shrine
To build the nest and lay some eggs
Shove her breast in his man infant face

Hunting, searching, plotting
For a man-shaped god

After the particles dissipate as I rub my eyes
I can see a new vision clear 
I can see through the lies
I can see it all here
Softly raping my ears
Layers of self pulled forth
When I ask her subconciously and 
Through the tall spotted grass
Of her island 
She whispers her plan
Before she distracts with a drowning splash
Bright patterns flash
And crash to black 
When the science of genetics fails
And futility of heredity makes her flail 

She's hunting searching plotting
For a man shaped god

Detecting detecting
Is he the etching in the shadows
You won't find him, no no no

She's hunting searching plotting
For a man shaped god

To help her complete insurance fraud 
She wants to destroy without receiving fault 
A hitman she can exalt 
Rather be poisoned than kill self, I think she's lost
She wants to be a lightening rod
To die and meet him in the fog
I wish she'd hault (3x)

She's hunting, searching, plotting
Scheming, beaming, dreaming, panties creaming
Still believing

She's Hunting, Searching, Plotting for a Man-Shaped God

Letters in harmony grow to be words
And connect to sentences written and heard
But numbers crammed against each other are still just numbers
Just cold and solitary
Just numbers no community
No unity in unique identity.

Numbers from a distance multiply 
Sickly dots that buzz like flies 
On a static background electrified
As you kill off all the "unworthy" life
Why do so many people have to die ?
Why do so many people have to die?
For your profit margins, quotas, and self fulfilling pattern seeking statistics
Your razzle dazzle numbers swim synchronized 
Feverish in all the nothing and take a dive
Without meaning or a means
Without greater context to believe.

Letters in harmony grow to be words
And connect to sentences written and heard
But numbers crammed against each other are still just numbers
Just cold and solitary
Just numbers no community
No unity in unique identity.

Numbers Don't Make Sentences, They Shouldn't Make Death Ones Either

Arms like eels weave through the ocean rocks
Wanting desperately to grab, to touch
The fish that would flop like it was dying
Paradoxically underwater, like it's natural environment was too trying

The low tide 
Didn't kill the fish 
It only exposed what was already dead
True character revealed in time
And a soul that could never forgive
A drought that drowned her in a dry colored wet
"You whippersnapper brat, the argument wasn't about what was said
or the grocery store manager's false promise
it was far deeper projections
showing through dehydrating patience. "

Arms like eels weave through the ocean rocks
Wanting desperately to grab, to touch
The fish that would flop like it was dying
Paradoxically underwater, like it's natural environment was too trying

Arms tangle going every which way
Trying to catch up to a fish far from bay
Tangling tangling, what magic words can you say?
Return to what you taught me
Along with manners and why you pray
How to act when you're small prey
What magic words can you say?
What is it when you're old and most vunerable you want to push me away?

My touch is not poisonous.

Old Grumpy Mother

Can you get down with the latest craze?
He runs through her like a rat in a maze 
He slithers in her 
Like a snake in a sewer
He's slick, she's filthy
Like manure 
He's lost in the tubes of her hearts arteries 
He's lost in her uncertainty .

Can you get down with the latest craze?
He runs through her like a rat in a maze 
He slithers in her 
Like a snake in a sewer
He's slick, she's filthy
Like manure 
He's lost in the tubes of her hearts arteries 
He's lost in her uncertainty .

Like a Rat in a Maze

I got the touch
Feeling kinda touched
If you want a touch
Thank you very much
Don't wanna rush
Brain turns to mush
Thank you very much

Beauty is a placebo
I can be your hero 
Saving you from the mirror
Giving a brighter era
In the code there are no errors
Beauty is a placebo
I can be your hero 
Saving you from the mirror
Giving a brighter era
In the code there are no errors

I got the touch
Feeling kinda touched
If you want a touch
Thank you very much
Don't wanna rush
Brain turns to mush
Thank you very much

Cover art, production, lyrics and singing by: Jessica "Nikki Ceceré" Brown

The Sexiness Delusion

And I meditate on the symmetry of life
As I stare at my convex reflection on a knife
The distorted face
Of luck and fate
As it's almost time
To cut the birthday cake
For my saturn return
While it and other planets swirl
Above my head
Like I bumped it on the post of my bed
Getting fucked in the rhythm of a riddle rhyme
I eat a jagged slice
I choke it up just right
And shut my butterfly fluttercry guttereyes
To watch bright patterns of hallucinatory lights
That burn winged things and make them die
Wash up and release on the sewer tides
That run from those sloppy globes
Down the pipes
And evaporate to where I don't know.

Cover art, production, lyrics and singing by: Jessica "Nikki Ceceré" Brown

Through a Convex Knife

You say the logs in my way are natural
But I say a storm caused them to fall
And from them
I could build a bridge or wall
I could have so many uses
To make the best of your excuses
Let my obstacles backfire
Towards my personal desires

I will carve a totem pole
Into the logs you call natural
Demand you stay in your new low role
I'll start a new order
For you to pay the toll

You scorn the lake the logs fell in
How dare that wet hole make them rot
How dare she exist
Can't she be what she's not?

I will carve a totem pole
Into the logs you call natural
Demand you stay in your new low role
I'll start a new order
For you to pay the toll

You tell me every tree
Holds a story in its rings
It's history 
Yet I say
They're still just circles 
Not progressing anyhow anyway
No inherent value in tradition
It's okay to take a stand 

I will carve a totem pole
Into the logs you call natural
Demand you stay in your new low role
I'll start a new order
For you to pay the toll

Yet it's only a new totem pole
Not a true revolution 
Just petty retribution

Cover art, production, lyrics and singing by: Jessica "Nikki Ceceré" Brown

The Carver

In the bump of your nose 
Is a faint echo
Of the Arabian sand dunes
In your unibrow the whisper of a bridge 
Connecting worlds old and new
I dream of you
You who undid the latch
And unleashed an avalanche 
Dreaming of ancient lands
A new baptism of man
Please save your face
Please don't change
Don't capitulate 
Girls die on operating tables
Cultures die too 
When they are made unstable.

Cover art, production, lyrics and singing by: Jessica "Nikki Ceceré" Brown

Save Your Face

They say (3x)
If you don't know how to make 
Money while you're sleeping
You're gonna work til you die
But lately they say that I
Am different 
Instead it's who I sleep with
Though they don't know my secrets
There's more than meets the eye

They say (3x)
Sleeping alone is scary
Yet more comfortable
Why don't you free your spirit?
Though I will not hear it 
Not that I fear it
I just want to give to someone who gives in return
As long as they have the ability to earn
While I stay with him when life gets rough
Everyone knows that life is tough

Cover art, production, lyrics and singing by: Jessica "Nikki Ceceré" Brown

Not Sleeping Alone

You're a fool to resist me
Some day you're gonna miss me
Your girlfriend is ugly 
You'll never get to - me again 
Your girlfriend (2x)
Is ugly
You'll never - me again
Hahahaha

Your Girlfriend Is UGLY

I'm gonna suck you dry
I'm gonna make you mine
Love is all about sacrifice 
So lets get matin'

We're attracted to the other's destruction
We feel guilt for what we want
But enough to halt construction
Of the meat grinder that grunts

Opposites attract 
But the magnets won't fit
Our bodies are abrasive
Aroused by suffering
Its a display of strength and femininity
Strain for the best
I can't protest

I'm gonna suck you dry
I'm gonna make you die
Love is just a sacrifice
To the gods of procreation

I'm gonna suck you dry

Suck You Dry

I
Will never be satisfied
With this life of mine
If I think about it
Don't think about it

'Cuz if I think about it
What I want is what I'm afraid of
I'm afraid of what I want
I only want certain parts its made of
While the remaining parts haunt
But you can't have one without the other
But the other part smothers
And if I had a choice
I couldn't decide
'Cuz I don't know wrong from right

I
Will never be satisfied
With this life of mine
If I think about it
Don't think about it

Men Scare Me Boys Bore Me

Verse 1 (2x):
Fish swim
To the surface
With shimmering scales
Looking for purpose
They lose their shine so iridescent

Chorus:
Canyons 
Burst - crash
Into supernova
Average people 
Wake from their coma
Twisted elites
Bend in sick yoga
Reaching preaching 
Up their ass
Wise men 
They came and they left
Wearing bleached white togas

Verse 2 (2x):
Thousands of years built up
Star lava erupts
The violet 
Cloud
All glitz
No sound
We dropped the tablets
Down
We have no commandments now

Refrain:
Canyons 
Burst - crash
Into supernova
Average people 
Wake from their coma
Twisted elites
Bend in sick yoga
Reaching preaching 
Up their ass
Wise men 
They came and they left
Wearing bleached white togas

Verse 3:
People always question the afterlife
The answer is in what happened before
That you know you can't remember ‘cuz
The path isn’t outlined with amethyst and quartz 
Nor is it a golden brick road
Yet batteries don't corrode
It’s just not preserving your ego
The incentive of spiritual immortality 
To act nice 
Is built on the pride
That you’re supposed to let go
Disappear in smoke 
It's just a transfer of energy
You wonder where black holes lead
They lead to infinity
Though we our made of pieces of galaxy 
New age oneness is also arrogance
Of a naïve idealist
Unaware of consequence
We may be part of the cycle 
But don't put down your rifle
Or let the fire quell
Remember Pangea split and Babel fell
Pangea spilt and Babel fell (2x)
Remember Pangea spilt and Babel fell (2x)
Pangea spilt and Babel fell 
They say if you believe life is temporary 
Nothing would have any meaning
Yet if we lived forever 
Time allotment wouldn't matter
Time is limited so it does
So it does (2x)
We may be part of the cycle 
But don't put down your rifle
Or let the fire quell
Remember Pangea split and Babel fell
Pangea split and Babel fell (3x)
Babel fell and Pangea split
Is it sunrise or sunset (2x)
Does it end or begin (4x)
Does it end
Does it end or begin?

Clips of Apocalypse Fits (But Does it Really End or Begin?)

Chorus:
The blood of a virgin 
Is the best sacrifice to the gods
Or ingredient to the witches potions n’ balms
Hahaha
N’ spells
They live between two prison cells 
Obsession and repression
Obsessed revenge retaliating against the repressed 
Is the witch's best 
Way to hell 
Purity and discipline 
Of the repressed 
Send them to heaven 
Yet they wonder 
Did they even live?
They give 
And never receive 
They believe 
They may have been deceived 
But how can it be fraud when you sacrifice to God?
You know 
I know a boy I know a girl
They are a pity, they are so pretty
Preserved -
Spiteful or demure
In the darkness of a cellar
I will save you for the winter 
When all else has died
To be jam on my bread
Or keep you beside my bed
Firefly (3x)
You know 
I will suck the juice 
Out of your fruit
I will suck the fruit 
Out of her womb
Make her dry(3x)-
Ed out berries 
For the winter
Tell the fairy 
Of materialism your earthly wishes 
She's a giver 
Say you love nature n’ trees but they give you splinters
‘Cuz the prettiest girl has an empty womb
And the inn has no room
This winter 
They say 
Beauty is young and dead
Beauty is fresh and still 
Beauty is frozen, tidy and neat
Without exercising will
She thinks she’s something improper, greedy, obscene
Dripping 
Animalistic, full of blame
Suggestive and untamed
Not cute or wholesome
Cut her off!
How pure 
Will go strive to be
Until you stop
When there's no more 
Of your body and you've scraped off 
You skin to see
If there's ivory underneath
Will you go deeper and try to cough
That nasty spirit up
Will you just wear a silky veil or a sterile mask?
Will you just go mad? 
They say 
He's always up to something 
Yet he's a good for nothing 
But there's nothing about him that we really know
He's so quiet he's so light carried by the wind’s cruel blow 
Passive
They say I think he's a suspicious fella plotting
They say no he’s never viscous, so vanilla 
They can’t connect the dottings
Until he says he's sick of that bitch who won't even look him in the eye 
They yell at him to control his temper, he dreams of 
That sacrifice 
Repressed desires migrate 
And evolve 
Baby spiders in an egg sack shake
Around her revolve
They are kept in before it cracks
Burst like tragic confetti
He's not coming back
She’ll say I am not ready
He says he's sick of that bitch who won't even look him in the eye 
They yell at him to control his temper 
While he dreams of 
Her sacrifice 
And his spell 
That bitch she’s not ticklish her frididness makes him sick 
Overwhelmed by her reversed sin 
Her tits are like zits, the potential for milk like pus 
He grunts 
Breakout in his mind 
The woman repulses 
And her harlot behind in a tempting stride 
And roast beef rubix cube 
He grunts ew 
He grunts: "I'll never tie the knot - 
Of a noose - I'd rather shoot my gun” he grunts 
"Out of the two from the two there's only one out of the two the second is the one
Mean or mean
Ingful?
Kind or kind of?"
He says 
"Evil men are the only ones with courage 
Good guys they just forage 
Through water downed leavings"
Now he's leaving
Where is he leaving? (1/2)

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