For all the idiot mouths that’d slip on a name:
The fear is now within me again
I’m dreamin’ bad
Why me? Well, it’s simple…
It’s the stupidity of the age!
And this pit in my stomach could swallow the world whole
While my vision sees what it wants to:
A tunnel through the air!
The darkness, despairing of coward’s blood
Or the first man dying violently
There’s a gurgling in the throat
But they aren’t words
They’re more like “feelings”
As we squander with soaring glee
What is given freely
You are the squanderer with one thousand hands
You shit the waste of ten thousand men
That is no sacrifice
And this is no freedom
But as the sheep were eating my crown of leaves
They stopped and said to me
“You are not an artist”
And so beside my ruined house I wept
For I would have perished alone
But to the sheep I was no more
No longer an artiste! Hark!
So now I have left that house, and slammed the door behind me
For I had sat hungry at their table for far too long
Begging for their forgiveness
And as I return to you now
The “land of culture”
And you people baked out of colors
And scraps of paper glued together
Well, everything about me is a lie
But that I am breaking apart!
This, my friends, is genuine
And I call such a descent “beauteous”
For I had flown too far into the future
Where the horror seized me!
And I have returned crawling to you now
Bearing the words of dread:
It all deserves to perish!
We are just pictures of all that has come before
We are the non-believers beating hollow chests
We are but leeches to the great ones
And you would sabotage it all
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A collection of tracks from the singer and multi-disciplinary artist's 111 collaboration series, featuring KMRU, Laraaji, and others. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2024