MT. ANALOGUE - LIFE RECEIPT

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DEATH BIRTH LIFE ONE FORCE DARK LIGHT US GOD

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released April 14, 2017

Album art: Mallory Thokey
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Track Name: Chaos
Glazed for days.
Feeling amazed at this mess.
Feeling the stress compress.
It's putting my life to the test and I'm feeling that I should be a tad depressed.
Nah.
Infected with thoughts but this life is the one that will cost.
But I am my boss.
So I'm broke a lot.
Money is fickle.
I joke a lot.
Poetry saves me daily.
Buried in art and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Weight that I feel and I'm proud of it.
Screaming a lot and you know that I'm loud with it.
Whoooo.
Emaciated ego.
Fly like an eagle.
Pierced with a needle.
Blood money quick.
Can I get a rebate?
Doesn't hurt to ask.
You can't run organs on cash.
Initiate rhymes and I'm making my time flow freely.
Ideally this idea is seemingly seamless.
Can I complete this, hopefully.
Breaking the bow and I'm dropping the child.
Shooting the bow Pinika will smile.
Vague mystic references don't make me a philosopher.
Quarks, electrons, protons, neutrons, photons.
Are we the light from the sun?
Are we the sons of the one?
Are we the ones with the guns?
The strings are pulling the funds.
Dark matter matters.
Matter of factly ask me exactly what my abstractly abstract wordplay means.
Woke up and realized my time was missing quick.
Science will turn the crucifix dying is on my bucket list.
Listen closely I'm mostly a ghost and dropping ionized guts.
Disguise the cries from the cuts.
Compression bending my struts.
Sometimes there's objects I'm my peripheral.
Manifestations of failures and all that shits ephemeral.
You're running against accomplishments.
The art is sacrifice don't be content.
Complacency is certainly a vacancy.
Lets fill the void.
Darkness light destroyed.
Don't go gentle into that good night.
If you wanna flex the faults of four corners.
Crippling the darkness freely with light.
This is the time.
Shattered dimensions we climb.
Hopefully someday sublime.
If you gotta run the circuits we're bending.
Silicone power is making you blind.
The raw wild ones fight the darkness.
Blazing like meteors.
Irruptions and implosions.
A simultaneous endless flux
Rage against the dying of the light.
Track Name: Life Receipt
Elephants trample the noise.
Stampede rich I'm feeling their poise.
Junglyst maybe these twitching animals salute the void.
We will get trampled a bunch taking your brain to brunch.
Will the poachers annihilate the meeting reschedule you for lunch?
They'll dice up blocks of meat and print you out a life receipt.
Waterfalls of dousing blood, pinned up flesh flood.
You'll get your animal sandwich a family of fucked up mutagens.
We should lock them up and make food of them.
I kid.
But what if we did, do you think they'd taste good?
Cannibalistic rotisserie It's words like this got you pissed at me.
So good.
Putting those farmers up on my plate.
I don't give a fuck if they've got mouth to feed their operation is hate.
Round up making this felonious bologna.
It's a grease pit, I'm done with it, lets mop it up, this death cup.
Bottoms up your slurping, bubbled quick and now you're burping.
If you're marching up the grate, cut the throat retaliate.
I've learned a lot from the duality of this reality.
Chaos will render peace and unfortunate fallacy.
Darkness always pulling at the fringes, it unhinges the light.
Asking you to fight the twilight as it advances.
Fuck the circumstances.
Circumstantially speaking I'm tired of hearing screaming.
Fed up.
Watching all this makeup run.
Labs are dropping steadily, burning cages heavily.
Heavenly speaking our spirits are leaking the essence of Gods.
Light and dark are at eternal odds.
Balance is key.
If you're asking me about the suffering,
Doing nothing is the same as doing nothing is the same as doing nothing.
The God inside your Head is my God
We are one death birth life
One force dark light us God.
Track Name: Seas
Impossible conjugations a nation under a boot.
Watermark this tribe weaponized salute.
We're gnashing children abroad, a road to vengeance and God.
The tidy suits are the pinnacles teachers parallel frauds.
Feeling focused as I'm choking on these words.
As I feel a bit perturbed.
These sounds are not the ones I heard.
This will save you.
Listen.
Pocket the hope and you're feeling the void.
The sound is not so clear.
Apocalyptic water monkeys inhabit our floating sphere.
Romanticising a future of times that once were.
Pick the pockets of lies.
Untimely death is the cure.
Falling face first this contraband is twisted.
Mechanized this past time.
This pacifist enlisted.
You insisted?
Imaginary lines and animals.
Ashes that fill the cups of the egotistic tyrannical.
Money pushing these lines, they've got one thing in their minds.
War machine that burns the green straight from under our eyes.
Flex the colors you know.
Green and blue are ones that I show.
If the ego emancipates insignias the river flows.
Protracted back space impacted my space masonry maced eyes.
Rough bricks cut ties.
This breadline is huge.
My centrifuge is breaking.
Falling of this horse and now my bones are slowly aching.
Falling for cynical sideways parables.
Nihilistic viewpoint got you feeling so terrible.
Slave station a grimoire interpretation.
Flags up power a real time intoxication.
Cemetery a playground the dirts up.
If you understand this construct you'll construct new deep cuts.
B-sides will be fine a b-line to underground.
Dying quick we're earthbound this gravesite these earth mounds.
We're sick yes there is a medicine.
Look deep within the love you can jettison.
Represent my state, aviate the great tribe to the inside, East side, West side, all sides.
Ask me what exactly did the Shawnee know.
Piqua meltdown glowing neutrinos.
Rising from the ashes.
Heat is fogging these glasses