1. |
Flesh Mess
04:16
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Go down the street so I can pick me up
It’s not me, just timing and bad luck
So much fun and I don’t even try
Why oh why won’t my carpet fly?
Oh why oh why, won’t my carpet fly?
Oh all the birds
Oh all the birds
Oh all the birds
All the birds in the world
Take flight as I walk with my hands in the air
Like a boy who thinks he’s a girl
Oh all the beautiful birds
They melt into terrible words
The birds and the bees and the pain and disease
I’m ripping in three, can I kill myself please?
You’d like that so
I’ll stay alive
And watch you go
This flesh mess thrives
I can’t stop sweating
Who keeps on wetting
The bed it’s upsetting
Please stop forgetting
Fish people getting
Gifts for the wedding
Now I’m regretting
This shit, so depressing
Muscles are flexing
Skin won’t stop stretching
These demons oppressing
Whispers and yelling
Why are they staring?
They must be preparing
The children, I’m scaring
My friends are still caring
Where would you go inside of your head?
How can you dream while out of your bed?
Skin has been shed was it something I said?
Maybe it’s me or maybe we’re dead
My oh fucking my, I made this carpet fly
My oh fucking my, I made this carpet fly
I can’t even die, Even when I try
Please don’t ask me why
You’ll blow my disguise.
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2. |
Sunshine & Flowers
01:03
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Sunshine burns my skin. Flowers give me a rash.
Can I come inside? What's that I hear? Climax will be reached. Let me in your ears.
Vibrations of the larynx. Soundwaves of pleasure. I wish to unload this "loot" I call "treasure."
Handcuff me to the bed. Tickle me until I pee. I want to bathe in you. I want you inside me.
Dance on these graves. Dig them up as we please. Let out a screech. Roll around in disease.
I want to know what it is to die.
Sunshine and flowers, thy power is mine.
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3. |
User Mask
02:35
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Believe if you must, bleed
Breathe in the dust, relieve
Death of a skin cell
In science I trust, creep
Exit the body
The host has been naughty
Sex always sells, hell
It's Lucifer call me, 666
Stay in the lines
They'll ask you to sign, blind
These are the times
When color's a crime, crime
Earth is my playground
My heart starts to pound, see
No children around, flee
Compression the sound, sleep
What would you do
If your chick was a dude
With a dick and a 'tude
Who would cut yours off just to get in the mood?
I'd be like fuck that shit
That shit was rude
Creep is the way that I walk down the street
Creep is the way that I beat off my meat feet
Creep is the sound and not what you see, creep
Creep is the name that she bestowed upon me
Creep when I'm in your backyard tonight
Don't check your closet, I'm out of sight, alright
Out of mind when you're in the light
I'm night, you fell asleep and I don't fright
I can see
Everything
Head into town with yours on my face
You ain't seen shit but you know the taste
So motherfucking cold I'm outer space bitch
You've never been there but you know the place shit
I already felt what it's like to die right
I've been there and back on the other side
I might try to run or find a place to hide
Night time is the time when it's time to ride tight
Sacrificial ritual
Not addictive, habitual
Smoking medicinal
Making your grave a ditch you know
Face is peeling, losing feeling
I'm teething, keep breathing
Cuz It's all downhill when I'm in the zone
My reactions slow like a dial tone
I turn off the lights when I'm at home
Cuz it's easier to hide when I'm alone
But creeping this hard is a mystery, see
I'm going back through deleting history
like
AHHHHHHHH
DELETE
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4. |
Sorry/Not/Sorry
02:35
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Popped an adderall, thought I memorized the dictionary.
You wanna see something scary?
I'll take my pants off if you dare me.
Double dog, triple dog
Fuck what you know
I got a catalog of useless information
That's broadcasting on all stations
Of my brainwaves, got it saved,
I'll surf that shit till I'm in my grave.
You know the table of contents
It's common fucking sense to me.
I see you looking around for Astronomy, now stop. Page 63.
Masters hanging from the rafter
'cause we lasted through disaster
So now we control the latter
Splattered brains are what we're after.
Vengeance all I breathe
Reoccurring till I leave
This wretched place you call a base of operations
Play it safe. No, no, NO.
Know too much
Know the enemy
So antennae me and remedy
My mind till it bleeds melodies
I'm committing audio felonies.
'Sup? I turned 25 into a whole lifetime.
Popped an adderall, thought I memorized the phonebook.
Take a look, see what I took;
All gold doubloons, got pirate-hooked.
I'm on that eye-patch crime-spree
You cannot see what I see.
I got vision like a Hawk King, Stephen on the block. What?
Riding through town in the Secret Trans-Am
With the fam goin ham oh fuck god damn
Went straight to hell won't hit the shelves oh well
Can't sell what you won't tell
Ya'll make me sick throw up on your dick
Just spit so hard you loose your shit
Don't stop don't quit that's it that's it
Just take a sip open up drip drip.
That's juicy.
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5. |
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Girls 2 the front.
Electric girl power, check your watch for the hour.
It's been three days and I don't need a shower.
I can wash off in the rain, fucking up the game.
You think it's fucking gross, but it's all the same.
Girls 2 the front.
We could give a couple fucks but it would probably suck.
(All the girls to the front, we be fucking it up.)
You never hear me out like a trout in a drought.
(Your words in my mouth; that's not what I'm about.)
Girls 2 the front.
Another four shots in the hotel suite.
Stumbling around but I'm keeping the beat.
Drank a 40 ounce of Olde E,
I don't know If I know me
But if you wanna try to show me
Fuck right off, you can blow me.
Me and all my girls, we be hitting the streets
in that Secret Trans-Am with the super beat.
Girls 2 the front.
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6. |
Nap Artist
03:24
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Only fourteen days til I get paid
Can you wake before the sun?
Overworked, now you’re done
We thought you have no intellect
So here’s the money that was left…
Nothing.
You won’t sleep
You won’t eat
You won’t dream
Welcome to the team
That noise
Those machines
They replaced thoughts
They crushed all of my dreams
Two whole years
As I stand here
Waiting to explode
Human
Beyond help fuck it
Beyond help fuck it
Beyond fuck it
Fuck it
They smirk as I pass
I shudder as they gasp
Running naked through the door
Leave them bleeding on the floor
I can’t come into work, I’m sick
You can’t fire me, I quit
Fuckers
Only fourteen days til I get paid
Nap artist
I’m falling asleep
Caught you by surprise
It’s your birthday, now die
Carcass, crawl all the way
Into the ground there you stay, not a sound
These are dark times
You remain unaware
You’re not scared
Not yet
For you there’s no future
I’m already there, you know where
I’ll dance when I’m dead
Sadly, the last thing you said
How could you leave me all alone fucking lost in your home?
Rip my head from the seam
Drenched in sweat, fever dream
I’m just a slave to myself and my lucid regime
Who’s that man moving over shoulder, petting boulders, grinning colder, growing older, organizing all the folders?
It’s not me, but I still won’t be the one feeding your cretin kids meth disguised as coke and ecstasy, that’s next to me
Spit guard won’t protect you
It’s you who I’m next to
Listen fuck, I said you’re next dude
Final sound what you’re neck do
Only fourteen days til I get paid
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7. |
06:06
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Can you hear it? Maybe not.
I seek the true ones out in vacant lots
In a midnight cape on a midsummer day
Don't ask me fucking questions
Burning holes in my brain.
Seek and destroy; there is no other way.
Sever the cord, create a carcass case
I have no stake in your reality, no face in all this gravity
I'm carving out my own space. I cannot thrive in this place
I'm dead.
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8. |
Daydreamz
04:29
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Don't ask me where I'm going, I don't even know.
A place when I was growing I called my home.
It's on the 84 to nowhere. I'd say more but I don't care like I did.
I hadn't seen my mother in over half a year.
I wonder if she knows my brother cried away his fears
One last time before he learns to fight
Don't know who will sleep tonight.
I daydream
Daydreamz.
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9. |
Gregorian Chant
03:22
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This is it
Fuck you all
I’m headed down the 84
No one picked up the call
If I decide to end my life
It’s all your fucking fault
Stay indoors where it’s warm
Shut me out but you’ve been warned
You’ll see a lot of me
Once I assume my final form
Don’t terminate the lease
Truthfully, I’m telling lies
Residing 30 miles east
The way the crow flies
I buried treasure
No map
In the pitch black
Lens cap
Cutting room
Knapsack
Take 2 steps and take it back
It’s fact
I’m huffing hard on the paint
And If I don’t have to hear it, take another just to faint
A heavy breath precedes death
til the heart explodes out of its chest
Freedom, freedom
Fork the tongue, fuck the face, space out in the fireplace
Hang it from the rear view so I can’t see past the taste
With my left hand at midnight
I’m rolling through the light
Ghost riding out of sight
Creep bitch you know the type
I’m on the overpass, under bite
Pass it to the right
I gave you ash out of spite
Broken glass, crack pipe
Bloody spit, when I’m speaking
All your copied files leaking
Ain’t a thing that you can do
I’m in your windows, tom peeping
It’s the cold-blooded, heat seeking
What was that, stairs creaking
Breathe in the smog
Exhale
By silence and default
It’s all of our faults
For you we leave a sea of flesh and asphalt
Are you afraid of open water?
Do you fear the highest heights?
Can you smell the sweat drip off my face
When I turn out all the lights?
Do you feel the weight of a dying sun
When you fall and trip trying to run?
Despite drip drying, you’re all but done
Your blood runs cold, it freezes
The process has begun
The final vile wretched birth marks the end and we become
So much less than next to none
Oh, omniscient entity
It’s me, the feminine, the creep
Shaped by the shapeless
A taste for the faceless
In basements, try to forget what my name is
Beyond flesh
Levitate
Beneath concrete
We congregate
Euphoric state
Ancient ways
They never end, they lie and wait
First the prey now the bait
So go ahead
Mark the words I never said
You’ll only quote me once I’m dead
Scratch it on a note card, archive the rest
Reset the health bar, to die a mess
Ignite the second world with my Raskolnikov cocktail
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10. |
Daily Routine
00:46
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Hang me upside-down
Majestic waterfalls of my insides gone out and about
Feed me your life.
Bleed down to the sewers where the unseen congregate
We love our home where we purge the old and dying.
Don't touch me there.
The embryotic liquid cannot be wasted.
Pop goes the weasel in the place of fluid vibrations.
I love you. I am you.
Let us dance and paint our brains on the walls they built around us.
We shall teach them.
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11. |
Cut Off Your Arm
04:12
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Lids off the eyes
Let out a sigh
Today’s not the day and
You’ll never know why
Wake
Too late for the rest
Gripped by that feeling
Your bright eyes depressed
Head down, you walk
You don’t want to talk
Freedom is only
A couple more blocks
No
I won’t commit
I guess I’ll just wait here
So we can’t exist
Cut off your arm
When you come around it's always me, me, me
and we're getting pretty tired of it quick
Man, I think you need to chill, smoke weed
You're stressing pretty hard, you gotta quit
I really need to leave, fall asleep
'Cause I think I'm gonna die, can't even speak
Leave me on the ground, there I bleed
Your god is dead
No?
I won’t commit
I guess I’ll just wait here
So we can’t exist
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12. |
Rok n Roll
05:32
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I’m on a cloud of crystal static
I’m on a cloud of crystal static
I just do what the lightning bolt says
What the lightning bolt says
What the lightning bolt says
What the lightning bolt says
What the lightning bolt
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Click it, through the window
Detect the light, collect and go
See me eat the battery
Toxic shock post flattery
When I rail it off the upper deck
Feel it burn inside my neck
Negative FX
Can’t take the heat
Process repeat
Click it, through the window
Detect the light, collect and go
See me eat the battery
Toxic shock post flattery
When I rail it off the upper deck
Feel it burn inside my neck
Negative FX
Can’t take the heat
Process repeat
Remove the legs below the knees
Cut the power
Cut the feed
God is dead, no one can stop me
God is dead, no one can stop me
Negative effects
Can’t take the heat
Process repeat
Remove the legs below the knees
I’m jesus christ bitch
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13. |
Losing
04:11
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I’ve been around the world mentally
Moved out of town physically, to the city
Spiritually I’m empty
Fill me up with whiskey
Pease, I hope you don’t miss me ‘cause
The amount I think of you is pretty close to zero
<3
You can find me in the trees
Screaming on my knees
They think it’s something of disease, how sweet
I hope they name it after me, you see
There’s only room for me to breathe,
Stop it now, please decease
Sacrifice yourself to my cult of personality
My hands are still shaking, even crying while I’m writing this
They’ve been calling me a faggot ever since the year 2006
It feels so good to lose you should try it, tie a noose
The chair collapsed beneath your weight
While you were stepping down too bad for you
That’s good for me, reclaim my three-legged seat
If it gets too bloody hot for you just fuck right off and grab your meat
And squeeze
I can’t sing it’s not fine, I’m losing all the time
I’m eating every head and shoulder ‘cause I'm itchy and I'm dirty
Sporting hair on my dick, can't give a fuck, no worries
Learning how to level up, aluminum bat in the pickup truck
You say it's luck ‘cause you fucks suck
So I'm screaming batter up
You're sleeping on the job, I break away from the pack
I got 20 death sticks in the sack I think it's whack
That you say you're anti-gomment
But your dually’s flying old Dixie, bring her here, I’m fuckin’ it
Last exit, just passed it,
Heating up, about to relapse.
It ain't a suicide it's your life, no relax.
Call me in, IED
In the center of this rap scene
Watch this punk bitch spit fire, kerosene
Fuck a gold watch fuck a gold ring
Fuck a gold chain, you’re feeling blue balls, no brain
Think before you speak, easy does it down to drink
On some underground shit if you can smell it, clogged sink
Puking on the carpet no security deposit
Found some meaning in this life, shit, fucking lost it
I can’t sing it’s not fine, I’m losing all the time
I can’t say it’s all fine, I’m losing all the time
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