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November 13, 2025
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Lyrics
There’s been no words in any order that has brought me to any prophets
Defy gods - methodically
I’ve mythologized its darkness and romanticized nothingness
So the light is consumed and finite
Will you believe that’s all there is?
Be tricked by its twilights, sunsets and sunrises so I’ve
Desensitized my faith that it would cover up the sun
That it would fade the light below it -
That I’d wake up and it would be gone
My transcendence is thru impulsive acts of divine restlessness
But if I dig a little deeper
All of its meaning loses purpose
All of this searching becomes soulless
all of this collecting becomes worthless
All of these culminations of words become redundant
Useless tho I’ll speak them with conviction
“So lead me, misery and sin and temperance
Thru inebriants, impermanence, and sentiment
Thru regolith and perchlorate
I found that no amount of self worth bullshit validation was enough to save my soul
So I’ve cut my tongue with ambrosia spoiling on my teeth
I’ve dipped in mercury, my ammunition
Ive drowned my angels-
and my demons not as deep
I don’t give my light to anything
I’ve mythologized the moon
The only light that’s real is reflecting in this room
Yet none of these patterns of words has given me any solace
It’s all for show, I haven’t thought about tomorrow
See I count my days by nights
Is where I’ve learned my defiance
I have offended god and mankind because my work didn’t reach the quality I expected
With ambrosia, writhing in perfectionism
I’ll shine the reflection of your light back into your eyes as self awareness
I’ll transcend with impulsive acts of divine restlessness
If all becomes one - it all becomes senselessness
I’ll dine with the gods and feast off their plates, if it would satiate their need for attention that they crave
What good is the gift of turning wine into water - if it’s all just divine fodder
Food rotting for the gods
So leave me transient, disparate, and wanting a little bit more
Tell me if a bullet to the temple becomes holier if I’m the one who loaded up the gun
With ambrosia rotting and cutting up my tongue
I’ve mythologized the moon that it would turn its back against the sun
I’ve did this all for self
Not for what was offered to me
There’s been no order of any words that has given me any profit
No quality of art that has left me breathless and feeling like I’m apart of something
I have offended god and mankind because my work did not reach the quality I expected
With mercury-tipped bullets and a glimpse of existence
you want ambrosia - writhing in divine perfectionism
Here it is -
Has been been rotting on my teeth
Yet everything I touch only turns to mercury
