Alien-ated

what's this - you think you can match me?

fuck off, bitch - you can't even catch me

you think you oh, so unusual

but no, just another asshole individual

who knows nothing about drinking the storm

thinking you so outside the norm

but just like flies i'm swattin the swarm

splattering your words, your guts on the table

you get it now, are you even able?

naw, you just another wanna be messiah

callin me out like i'm some pariah

not pariah, but Pandora, and you opened the box

get ready for Armageddon as my rhythm rocks

swaying your soul to another plane

sapping your chakra, infecting your brain

burning you up like acid rain

you really have no right to complain

'cause that's what you get when you are so vain

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species of feces, taking a shit on a generation

the Jersey Shore our damnation

where the fuck is the education?

blings and things become the expectation

the mind no longer the evaluation

skank and crank the new professions

paid not for your worth, but for fake confessions

feeding the herd's filthy obsessions

for parasites, I make no concessions

suffer not the fool and his transgressions

preferring by process of elimination

to breathe the smoke of my salvation

leading me closer to illumination

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Amergin

Tell me true, oh fairest Amergin

how come you to walk among men?

With crystal eyes and ivory skin

verse and rhythm vibrating within

Do you not see your skill is a sin?

How tightly you weave, how easily you spin?

If I could have a wish from any jinn,

it would be I was lucky enough to win

your precious heart, sweet Amergin.

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~fade~

listen, listen, eargasm glisten on measures divine

float the note in sequence of shattered time

strings and things tear at your mind

fade to flesh and sweat and grind

movement succulent and sublime

captive in the creeping octave vine

blue is the steel of my lover's shrine

piercing and cursing the spirit confined

shredding the bedding of my tomb maligned

upon my nectar he hath dined

tasting not wasting my tainted wine

lush the brush of his breath upon mine

anguish the voice at once raw and defined

tongue pierces eloquent design

fingers press upon my spine

no release, eternally entwined

 

 

 

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inspired by the music of fade

Midnight Man

Candle, blood, wood and bone

Let me in your gracious home

Salt, cinder of smothered flame

Knock, knock, knock, then call my name

I'll come to you on bated breath

Bringing mischief and certain death

So call upon me if you dare

Yet know the price, none is spared

Let not the flame burn away

For it holds the dark at bay

Roam about and do not pause

For I will have you in my claws

Yet listen, listen, to my voice

Fear commands it - you have no choice

Feel my lips upon your skin

Leave the salt, come hither, give in

It is only your mind I want to break

Not your heart, for heaven's sake

I want you begging for release

Crying for mercy, a moment's peace

I taste the blood from your fingertips

Take you roughly between my hips

Scream, now, darling, I know you can

Submit your will to the Midnight Man

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