Verse 1:
When strung out on self destruction the topic of all discussions is hedonistic consumption till the shit impedes your functions// using amphetamines to regulate the waking dream, simulating a blissful state of being and creating fiends// assimilating seems a valid option wile your copping cash for comfort put your essence on the block for auction// slow degeneration like corrosive rain dropping, veins through(out) your strained brain popping, trying to maintain caution--materially// verbalizing your verbal lies often eventually your mouth will be come the truth's coffin// outcast an honest man for talking his words are contaminants for those who need to suck deceit for relief like a throat losange// who cares to peep the implications of a situation where human interest relations don't reflect a conscience?// and its conditioned continuation through commercialization in a sea of oblivious indecorous nonsense// fuck your horror fantasy with a fake disguise when studio gangsters and street demons get vaporized// images of double-comma checks and fresh promos fade to Hiroshima ground zero burnt flesh photos// isn't it ironic like adultery at church revivals to condone murder yet cling probabilistic survival// those consumed by selfish concerns our fucking dead to us, depth seeking beacons ripping tracks for the incredulous...
Chorus:
Money dreams grip cash and stay focused trust no one if you get the thick stash your the dopest, lives are locked to the concept of deceiving themselves into believing, that happiness comes from worshiping objects...seduce me with the kiss of a superficial reality, corrupt my mind, make me blind, give me personality...
Refrain:
We don't know any different cause they've shown us how to live, restrained us with beliefs of what maybe so now it is--for most--no time for family when your blood's your competition and survival's just a chess game of monetary position...
Verse 2:
Numb my senses, crush my emotions, sever my essence, destroy my health conditions and revile me in your presence// promise me acceptance through dedicated conformity, then let me alienate myself outside the walls of normalcy// trivialize what lies in my imagination, break my dreams leaving me devoid of any aspiration// my soul doesn't retail to the price of satisfaction, so once I get depleted I'm treated without compassion...
credits
from Rhetoric,
released October 30, 2012
Produced by: Georgia Anne Muldrow
The entire record is flames! I chose this song because the way it build and holds steady amazes me. This guy is one of the most consistent and innovative guys out there. Check his catalogue - I recommend 'Three Piece Puzzle'. K15
