all i heard was protests and sirens
notes that sang loud from the world's smallest violins
drowning out the poison and the violence
it fell on deaf ears to the riotous
broken hearts yearning for the quietness
'best wishes finding silence' - she said
the homie on my back side mainframe to her head
it was lush inside the forest, maybe it was kismet
she was rockin fishnets and the eye of Horus
no cap, hive minds in decline like the snow pack
drug induced volatility and nomads
where's the time go? kick back, watch it elapse
woke up and had a few memories missin
holed up and still ain't got a pot left to piss in
the hour of decision got me regrettin on my mission
hold up
i think its gonna kick in
dear God, listen to the sounds of these conditions.

residue of the demon
left traces in the back of the four seasons
i'm schemin' to leave the region
dream merchant
pullin back the curtain on a dream that's emergent
with loose ends at the point of all convergence
off-sides bet to play the odds
instagram diet free loose bikini bods
influential persona non grata meet the new gods
headstrong in the city where the weaponize the jobs
i'm paranoid, spiral thru the void, transmedium
telethon, burn the books of Babylon, tedium
satellite dishes sleep with the fishes
before my number's called please solidify my wishes
she dreamt in stereo
switch the other channel on
fucked up scenario out near Lake Ontario
from Arrakis to the Outer Rim,
ignorance is a blissful kiss when the shit kicks in.

Two ambulances behind the warehouse
and Venus shines bright in the sky
and she was in a sheer blouse
i saw it in my mind's eye
a candle burns in the memory
a virus in the wastewater
tape recorder can't record my slaughter
pack a pistol and a quantum crystal
7 trumpets, 90 seconds til the fuckin end
sleepy hollow point legend
the dice might land on seven
which begs the question:
why do i welcome the armageddon?
non-fiction, lifestyles full of contradiction
the genesis of my nemesis is my addiction
navigate the spellbound, cries from the smackdown
ozone as we slowly roast or we overdose
on heroin or the holy ghost in the background
there was never pressure when i met her
i miss the summer weather, the nostalgia and the letters
zip my jacket up tight
its permanent december.