Nobody By That Name Lives Here Anymore

by Damn Selene

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I don't know who you're talking about. Nobody by that name lives here anymore...

My name is Selene, my pronouns are they/them, and I'm really fucking good at rapping.

damnselene.com

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released January 23, 2020

All vocals by Selene except where noted

All meals provided by Selene

Glamour Shots Fired, Kill Your Friends, Black Bloc Party, Boot Diks, Fine Lines, Feeling In The Name Of, The Waiter, and Sostenido De Dios also produced by Selene

Ghost Stories produced by Jacob Earl
The Other Chronic produced by Ardamus
B A M F ! and iQueue produced by Stu Smith
BUY SOMETHING produced by Robo Rob
Cascadence produced by Khail
#CATPOSTERHULKSMASH produced by Joe Schaefer

The Waiter originally by Snailmate

Additional keys and synth bass on The Other Chronic by Klopfenpop
Guitar and bass Kaossilator on Snacks with Jerkface by Chromadrift
Saxophone on Snacks with Jerkface by SaxWizard
Guitar on Feeling In The Name Of by Mr. Buell

Kaossilator leads on Kill Your Friends, Black Bloc Party, Boot Diks,and BUY SOMETHING by Selene
Software cuts on iQueue, Boot Diks, and BUY SOMETHING by Selene
Bass on B A M F ! by Selene

Dedicated to Frank

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Damn Selene Denver, Colorado

Bleeper of bloops.
Rapper of raps.

THEY/THEM pronouns.

Will absolutely fuck your dad.

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Track Name: Ghost Stories ( ccampgground mix )
pt 1 - ccampfires

to hell with your standards and norms
it hails when it storms and there ain't a thing else warm
frost forms when the sunset hits like a brick
icicle etiquette, frozen and delicate

imagine if fire had required a fresh start in the rain
I know these sentiments by first names
dirt stains but the flames burn clean
find whatever lights first and then drown it in gasolene

but I can see through the smoke just fine
within a city of ember, burning in between the lines
you can crumble under your encumbrance or put it down
with a rifle barreled spark and bury it beneath the ground

round up the tinder and your precious conceptions
we all singe down here and keep scars for collections
my pet campfire may be known to attack
but these boots do walk and I do breathe back

to hell with your standards and norms
it hails when it storms and there ain't a thing else warm

pt 2 - sleeping on the gground

Sleeping pills
Midnight stills
Naked tents
Morning chills

It's not that I don't deserve this
decisions and such were made
and anyway I told the truth
and fear does not keep me awake
that's not to say I sleep so much
as I have cherished my mistakes
and rub the dust into my shoulders
in ornamental display

Sleeping pills
Midnight stills
Naked tents
Morning chills

It's not that I'm not a fan
the star lit sky's adorable
but the not so great outdoors differs
when every door's unaffordable
and the path was likely avoidable
but it's trickier to undo
and the stories told bring no comfort
when the ghost in them is you
Track Name: The Other Chronic
I can’t feel my place but I can feel me not getting there
or anywhere at that, I’m more bench warmer than batter
more mad hatter than rabbit, except late to every gathering
my single land is permatapped with no response from management

dammit, I am a stone that only rolls on perfect inclines
and only skips on pond surfaces adorned with thin ice
a couple bounces written down as wins until it hits right
then finally act the way a rock is meant and quickly capsize

happens all the time, unlike actually being productive
I exceed at needing far too many things to be a constant
I’m constructed from a couple cookie crumbles and compulsions
y’all reside inside of temples but my body’s an encumbrance

minus three to movement speed, stagger stagger crawl through
a hundred days and nights and barely feed myself with bar food
when all cocooned out, and I try to step up out the commune
the silverware’s replaced with teeth marks, consuming all spoons

I just want a
I just want a
I just want a
I just want a
I just want a
I just want a
I just want a
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

I just want a
I just want a
I just want a
I just want a
I just want a
I just want a
I just want a
B R E A K

pain and fatigue every day of the week
and it’s hard not to see every break as defeat
when the energy peaks at the start of the beat
it’s a hell of a feat, every step I complete

see I’m a one trick pony slash three legged dog
singing songs for what the ledger book’s confirmed must be love
what we once called depressive “episodes” have evolved
stop this crazy little thing called my mind from revolving

another shot for me, barkeep, this mare’s less used to
fruitful positions as they are distrustful futures
I leave couch space to box personal computers
since comfort is elusive, seek it seldom or fewer

cause my hamstrings are plucked by evacuation mode
and my boss had let go all of my locus of control
my commute's a tumble down the shoulder of fury road
while my head and knees cuddle in the corner of my throat

I just want a
I just want a
I just want a
I just want a
I just want a
I just want a
I just want a
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

I just want a
I just want a
I just want a
I just want a
I just want a
I just want a
I just want a
B R E A K

I just want a
I just want a
I just want a
I just want a
I just want a
I just want a
I just want a
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

I just want a
I just want a
I just want a
I just want a
I just want a
I just want a
I just want a
B R E A K
Track Name: B A M F ! (ft Megabusive & F. Virtue)
//Megabusive//

you say jump. I say no.
proceed to dig a tunnel, place myself in the hole
underground and dangerous, my mind’s like a tiger pit
or tiger fodder bathed in lighter fluid and liger spit

my environment’s a firing range, apple on your head
a variety propriety, no lockers at the desk
I don’t think I’m the best, I’m just great at being me
beat a bass line to death and fight for the company

California coolin’ with my Gs on the east
rap music habitat, line mass increase
foster the banger, leave no rhyme behind
strategize haymakers not by popular design

won’t be stopped or tossed aside
hit the b side knock made fortified
glass perfection reinforced and crystallized
Isolated Wax, Megabusive, good times.

//F.Virtue//

I’m in a pool of bold coffee on a raft of hockey sticks
taking sake swigs to wash down stocky limbs
of cocky kids with sloppy spit
I’m sriracha, leave em scared to bite

your mind’s a floppy disk, mine’s a terabyte
my job’s what your hobby is, I make a living being aware of life
alright, I won’t explain my motives.
don’t reveal there’s a bomb till they’re rocked by the explosion

my conversations are sugar coated
block the intention embedded in what’s spoken
#OccupyWallSt, ass bag, Wall St was the architect of the hashtag
I don’t give a fuck about you, you don’t give a fuck about me
and that there’s true equality

//Damn Selene//

I believe in magic
my bippity bopping boom bap action, I believe, will attest to that
I’ve learned to apparate at a finger snap, so asking where I’m at?
for clarity’s sake, I’m all over the damn map

in fact, I hang with bad hombres and nastier women
and they’re all sad to the vertebrae and character driven
and I don’t think you mean it, bruh, better phrasing is needed
I’m IDDQD all day when facing some demons

cause with a couple of well placed avada kedavras
my threat level upgrades to actual monster
my pile of toe nail clippings eclipses imposters
cause they look as authentic as the bullets in Contra

both persona non grata and the public favorite
it’s only salt piles and tight jeans whenever I say shit
I make pipe bombs and love letters for the cynical minded
and damnselene.com is where you can find them
Track Name: Glamour Shots Fired
the greatest trick that the devil ever pulled
was convincing me I'm not beautiful
three syllables we aim to reclaim
from the gazes of strangers to make it more personal.

and I relate to the pain of the mismatched,
whiplashed fashion attained disproportional
and the gravest injustice entrusted in us
is a quest to remain more dutiful

look who’s beautiful

it’s your funeral, or a spider’s nest,
or the best laid plans for the conjugals
with the confidence matched to the standards
of assholes tresspassing by the bellyful

I can’t help to feel, I can’t help but crack,
when the cat on the glass ain’t approachable
like I can’t help but ask who’s actually that?
and the answer I catch is uncomfortable

look who’s beautiful
not sure how to prove that you’re beautiful
not sure how to prove that I’m beautiful
not sure how to prove that we’re not

I’m god damn beautiful
you’re god damn beautiful
we’re god damn beautiful
we’re god damn beautiful
Track Name: Kill Your Friends
I’m just another social networking class half assed slactivist
who acts as if they’re no longer wowed by magic tricks
and that’s it. my existence as it’s written is significant
to big pictures as a single picture is, but I’m into this

call it pretentiousness or leaky ventricles
but cowering to screens is not what we were meant to do
I’d pass a fist or two across the bobble headed clowns
who put the crowds over the cliffs because they’re sponsored by the ground

in their azure satin gowns, you’ll often find the devils do
dance between the details beneath a matching moonlit hue
dude, I don’t believe you, when the influence is bartered
for the fattening of your wallet at the expense of all the others

it’s a slow crawl to the border, best to be born on the greener side
always dream American and steer clear of the firing line
kill your friends before they have the chance to pierce the lats
a frantic frigid shoulder check on auto, man, what kind of life is that?

kill

your

fucking

friends

no cancer, no cure, no poison, no remedy
dismantling itself is this android’s specialty
don’t trust, just crush kill destroy everything
resembling the threat of those that hold opposing sentiments

we weaponize anxiety like biases were bayonets
and one up every westward stab as necessary self defense
against the machine, schemes, red teams, or whatever
it’s the anger that’s important so the wars last forever

and I’mma let you finish but the way you hold indifference
like a red badge of service only further shoes your ignorance
we’re stone throwers occupying neighborhoods of glass
and you wonder why the brats roll to class with a RATATAT attached

forward slash dialogue, the sad fact
is we’ve sacrificed our futures to the demons of our past
a crumb for every child and a stab for every back
when you’re defined by what you have all you are is what you lack

kill

your

fucking

friends

no cancer
no cure
no poison
no remedy
dismantling itself is this android’s specialty
Track Name: iQueue (ft. Joshua Coberly)
[Damn Selene]

You will know me by the trail left of freshly scratched heads,
I'm a bow-legged razor with a möbius edge.

[Joshua Coberly]

With no saving graces, I've been waiting for the Earth to speak,
Grounded to a fault, in a catalogue of circuitry

[DS]

With no certainty to bank on but the Rancor's biting pressure,
measure that in intervals befitting of this mighty jester.

[JC]

I've been fighting lesser demons, twisting scriptures to recited gestures
I don't believe in, I hope at the price of being skeptic

[DS]

Demeanor strictly septic with a heretic's twist
and cobwebs betwixt the digits of a derelict fist

[JC]

Seasons shift... yet I exist outside the sands' constraint,
a gifted traveler, lost in the thick of the astral plane

[DS]

How'd the stains made for petty gains somehow define our purpose?
Where our footsteps leave inkblots our shadows then interpret.

[JC]

Selling shame as the self-proclaimed misnomer of burden,
once the merchant-turned-hermit, now history of a blurb reworded



There should probably be a hook here
There should probably be a hook here
There should probably be a hook here
We chose this profession so therefore we'd earn beer

But there should probably be a hook here
There should probably be a hook here
There should probably be a hook here
Collectible Humans, EVERY YEAR IS OUR YEAR!

[JC]

Don't fear the overactive degenerate of thought,
cramped with bastard demons rationing pillars of salt

[DS]

Halt production immediately, or precede with the grease to palm
action attached to the bleeding scenery beneath the calm

[JC]

Happy to meet the maker that manufactured my fall,
pathological lemming crashes with no manners at all.

[DS]

Balls to Picasso. Those impossible moments
personified in sharp angles dangling over our throats

[JC]

Appear with a leering omen, clearing the weird remote love
revered by peers video droning veneers of sheer devotion

[DS]

The opening axe is golden with a bolt from the son of Odin.
I dash for the blue potions and the heavens unload explosions

[JC]

Your haven for grand awakenings, backstabbing illusions of grandeur
hammering animation of phantom faces and uprooting the dagger

[DS]

Stagger swagger fall with the averages or raise your class to toast
the opposing factions last stand by the hands of black magic AND I’M GHOST!



There should probably be a hook here
There should probably be a hook here
There should probably be a hook here
We something something something something something YEAH, BEER!

But there should probably be a hook here
There should probably be a hook here
There should probably be a hook here
Collectible Humans, EVERY YEAR IS OUR YEAR!
Track Name: Black Bloc Party (ft. Soultron, Messiah Carey, wm, Johnny Panic, Bianca Mikahn, & Big Lo)
[ MessiahCarey ]

Ain't no party like a black Bloc Party cuz a black Bloc Party punches Nazis
Ooh Ladi Dadi you like the parties we roll down the street with a posse
Don't need a weatherman culture war veteran stocked up and accelerants lockpicks and Excedrin… Let 'em in
The future is festering
Beckoning a reckoning that the opposition yet to bring

[ wm ]

Yo, not to be that guy
but if you're sitting here advocating genocide
you can catch a black eye from this black guy
and a second if you happen to ask why
you should know better
and if you think ignorance is an excuse to act ignorant
in an era when everyone has the internet
you'll find no one believes your cries of innocence

[ Johnny Panic ]

y'all are awful, i aint lawful good or none of that
I'll break your fuckin face and take your wallet out your khaki slacks
I'm taking your card
or I'm taking your cash
kids on the internet'll laugh at your wack ass
its better to not step
Im thinking your alt trash
quit rocking an SS
unless you want contact
Y'all talk tough then walk away quick
how you gonna win a fight if you hide behind pigs

[ Soultron HOOK ]

ain't no party like a black bloc party
cause a black bloc party kills fascists
alt right is simply trash, kids
here's the group to show you where your ass is

ain't no party like a black bloc party
cause a black bloc party kills fascists
here's the group to show you where your ass is
alt right is simply trash, kids

[ Bianca Mikahn ]

before the birth of my seed it just wasn't me
always seeking peace compromise the great degrees
kumbaya blessed be
now to think that some fuck nut
could compromise the safety of my loved ones
I'm not the one son
I had enough dunn humanist at heart
don't be none wont start hope peace I impart
but no Feast for these sharks
You can catch all of these hands
see the thing about hate
it expands man
got a punch it where it stands

[ Big Lo ]

don't let your president get you knocked out
that snowflake talk'll bring the Ong Bak out
say what you say but the fists talk loud
old school comic books, ZAP! BOOM! POW!
the flyest of inglorious basterds
whoop fascists with impeccable fashion
all through the awfulest chapters
where's Soros with the check? I thought we was actors?


[ Damn Selene ]

I was born short on middle fingers and knuckles, apparently
cause string strumming normies ain’t even using them sparingly
arrogantly writing anger off as children with pet peeves
same fake allies pinning metal through vest sleeves
see the gist that the pacifists are missing is this
that it’s an act of resistance that I even exist
I’ll ctrl-alt-delete alt-righters with an alt-kiss
and lead’em where they can catch more fantastic fists
Track Name: Boot Diks
with the light about as pale as it can be, the devils couple up
in a time where panic rooms and infantries refuse to gather dust
and the idle hands are cut and mounted to display their scarlet hue
it’s no coincidence the carbon footprints are the shape of boots

and nobody found it cute the way you’d advocate for evil
something something sheeple, right? MAN was already made equal
when the paper test is passable and proper grunts are made
with the whitest fragile masculinity on full display UH!

so come on out and play, once admission price is paid in full
just be the standard shape and we’ve got a world that’s made for you
all catered to the property and labor owners’ needs
though you’re free to live and die for all pre-approved beliefs

but nobody found the need for your opinions on existence
of the ones that had enough of unsolicited prescriptions
with a laser line precision, we’ve defined our own reflections
and have now arrived to wipe the slates clean of your impression
Track Name: BUY SOMETHING
should I?

should I require any sort of introduction
my name's whatever it needs to be for you to buy something
check the clever rhyme structure and complimicated phrasing
of the half human half tired cliche half amazing

arms steady raised in the day’s celebration
of my mastery of confidence as a second language
it goes fuck you, play me. I buck dudes daily
whether for pay or pro bono misandry, baby

I am less of a shooting star, more of a stabbing rock mound
with the skin of an armored car, the humid heart of a dark cloud
footsteps of the buffalo, flash a smile of vipers
in the center of my forehead is the eye of seven tigers

something kinda like some sorta cybernetic hybrid
neither man nor island, with a history of mileage
a mix between Miley Cyrus and King Kong
with beard and personality both fluffy and strong

so just BUY MY SONG

I got my skill points meticulously applied
knowing damn well we can’t just live for being alive

so try to BUY MY SONG

and every dime will go to work, be sure it’s worth it
rock the proper productivity to prove that I deserve this?



you’re wrong

and you're wrong if you don't think that I am here to crack pavement
with a fist each for your pillow talk and blanket statements
a long sleep in the making with no kiss goodnight included
uprooted from the practice of confusing conversation with movement

you’re deluded in your irresponsible lack of fear in monsters
while the Doppler reads the hail has come to double jump your progress
on the wings of freaking goblins. And only we can stop them, honest
and will eternally be grateful for your sustained support, I promise

team Cap, just to clarify. hearts hit when the arrows fly
more Cupid than Queen but I ain't scared of the sharper sides
eye on the prize? no. more like I, on the chopping block
am tired of compromise in the confines of a lifeline cropped

hop in the damn bandwagon now while the price is low
and receive, for a limited time, supplies to aid the overthrow
a set of crimson crayolas for when the blood needs to be drawn
and I know that we can count on you to contribute to the cause

just BUY MY SONG

the fucking demons are at the gate and we promise
that we’re freeing rhyme and reason or perishing in the conflict

so BUY MY SONG

break off a piece of your allowance for me to borrow
and I promise that I’ll rail against capitalism tomorrow.
Track Name: Fine Lines (ft. Dug & Happy Tooth)
[Damn Selene]

it’s the return of unlicensed sad titan
prize fight shadow box cutter by night
then daylight, chained to the brainwave’s dips
and the bumps? same thing when the mind state flips

if you don’t mind my fists were made for shaking
as things may seem, I’m slowly fading
the bad dream team in the halls with blankies
requiring more hugs when the going gets cranky

the reason I’m here is to shriek at cloud cover
from underground to the rooftop, one bound
dusting the floorboard scrap up from off my shoulders
a goal miner glittering the walls twice over

we go through phases like vibrato
from full of bullshit to blank and hollow
calling all star fighters slash wrong righters whom
only crawl out of bed to step to phone booths

[Happy Tooth]

everything is perfect now
take the world and burn it down
we're those rappers you heard of
got burnt tongues from the word of mouth

had a job, got terminated
said I should impersonate them
the subtle shaping of a person's fate
is worse than hatred

I wish I had a message
but I just have a death wish
everything is fine now
it almost matches heaven

whether my brain hemorrhages
or they escort me off the premises.
the final line is time is time
and everything finishes.

[Dug]

everyone be cool, we can defeat laws
won’t stop, can’t, till it’s raining meatballs
put me on the tree frog side of the seesaw
middle of the crowd making the sign of the beachball

dealt another crushing blow
focusing on puppies though
face is melting, help me tell
myself it’s just a runny nose

yo, Janis Joplin in the walkman panic often gotta do it
probably all the progress is a lot of movement not congruent

type of guy to firefly collect instead of lantern buy
I don't reflect the light and yet they all just call me camera shy
dashing back to square one pass it by a fair sum till I can find a finish line I can really get behind

[hook]

everything is fine, right?
except when everything reminds me feeling fine is finite

[HT]

I wanna see the world through virgin eyes.
not full of ads for merchandise.
diversify and fertilize.
try to murder time, and blur lines with lies.

[DS]

I mean, I kinda tried that but thanks for contributing
the pain in my chest is the point that you’re missing
it’s annoying at best trying sort through the stress
on an eye to eye quest, though despite your conditioning

[Dg]

thought I saw the light but I got too close for comfort
didn't learn a thing and now my wings are all sunburnt
you can find me somewhere in between these characters
I must have built up higher than I did all the barriers

[HT]

climbing up something tall
cause we love to fall
don't wanna be another stereotype, scared to carry a mic,
buried alive, wearing a tie, barely defined, swearing I'm fine.

[DS]

but why god why is the devil still alive, though?
and time flies less than it glides on the way down
clock wise, street’s smart enough to rise seldom
the cell doors held where the pipeline lets out

[Dg]

I forget my lines but I was on some anti-something
party like it's Nineteen minutes till the big destruction
running out of metaphors for things I'd rather not discuss
if I had things to say you know I probably wouldn't talk this much

[DS]

my breath is the last of my weaponry left
I expect that the next one I draw will be swept
across feet of the last seen adept of my enemies
let me this gasp, as my last will and testament
yes, I am fearful and yes, I am stressed
yes, I've been crossed and stakes in their breasts
were as high as you'd find my fists ever stretched
do not discount my breath, it's my last weapon left

[h]

everything is fine, right?
except when everything reminds me feeling fine is finite
Track Name: Feeling In The Name Of
FEELING IN THE NAME OF
FEELING IN THE NAME OF
WHETHER DIFFERENT OR THE SAME
AIN’T A DAMN THING WE’RE ASHAMED OF
WE’RE FEELING IN THE NAME OF

a soft plastic brick hastily shaped as a human
incapable of loose movement, tethered to the obtuse
and tragically used to saluting the bruisers
the losers’ half hearted robin hooded hug enthusiast

like, who's this vibrating in between the walls?
call ‘em chameleon blooded, puddle born kin of a thrall
on a karmic debt collection plan of ad nauseam status
the last of the flow chieftains, invoking that raw magic

then along came arachnids, devils, and dogmatics
whose blueprints sketch loopholes to hang us stigmatics
you rather lack the tact necessary to bury the truth
when daisies push back, the past is coming for you

chupacabra with a heart of a kitten and dagger fingertips
haphazardly stabbing at the avatars of your ignorance
dig a whole that's deep enough that I can climb right into it
and a find a better place to hide away from the bro syndicate

g-g-g-get into it
Track Name: Cascadence
\\\

flags don’t have wings, you gotta bare em with your own arm strength
or keep them tucked away at honesty’s expense
build a fence around the places where the lightning strikes
more than twice bitten and a bit prone to be thunder shy

but the rainfall is so alive and rinses out the sky’s true colors
whether in between the lines or otherwise
I smudge em, not on purpose, but by practical design
I mean, sorry but not sorry, only trying to be courteous

heteroflexible man hating pansexual
we all know what labels do, I’m just trying to reach the best in you
leave a message if you can’t get through
sometimes it’s only empty space that separates, and that’ll do.

///
\\\

far from shatter proof, doesn’t take too much
like when my morning after lover had no time for me by lunch
a single tear and such, but no ledger book was found
I’m not a creature of entitlement, just feeling things out loud

when the ground shook beneath and the clouds cried on top of me
the wind whispered “run” but my legs responded awkwardly
these boots weren’t made for walking, but I definitely showed them how
two fists against a sea of those just trying not to drown too

///
\\\

but the rainfall is so alive, mind the thirst you lack
we have deserts built on purpose within oceans to remind you that
a flame inside extinguished by the flood of setbacks’ hurts
but the torrent brought abrasion reveals diamonds in the dirt

the lines drawn are curved, crooked, razor sharp and venom laced
while the pencil geeks behind them will remind you how a curb can taste
but please don’t let these self appointed gum shoes make you face
a reality that doesn’t even exist in the first place

I’d trade all of my birthdays to close this distance
to suture my self interest with fine precision instruments
my access seems limited but I’m sure it’s just my mindset
think happy thoughts or something and be grateful for the time spent

///
\\\

see we all tried dancing through the storm one time
too many sand drawn lines were washed away by lies
falsified day by night light, we kept the rain outside
but still can’t manage to stay dry

we were all dragged under by the friendliest tides
and were reminded of murkier waters where teeth lie
falsified land by sea craft, we kept the waves outside
but still can’t manage to stay dry

///
\\\

but the rainfall is so alive, why can’t you see it clearly?
now I’m fearing blurring lines that I can’t report to leadership
this little eye of mine spies for enemies that don’t exist
I argue over which is which and hope nobody notices

my throat was made for closing, except opposite I swear
just every breath I still expect salt water in the air
and I’m prepared for the drought now but still not the rain
not complaining but there’s better ways to long for sunny days

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now what’s wrong with you?
why can’t you see it clearly?

(that one sore tooth in the furthest corner of my mouth is of prime interest as my more comfortable side gently tongues it but tomorrow my left knee may ache and my right hand just might save its life)

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flags don’t have wings, you gotta bare em with your own arm strength
or keep them tucked away at honesty’s expense
build a fence around the places where the lightning strikes
more than twice bitten and a bit prone to be thunder shy
Track Name: The Waiter (My Heart is Mud Reprise)
I know that you’ve been avoiding
taking responsibility for my choices
if you've got a problem, just voice it
I've got mouths to feed and holes to moisten
poison in the veins of the chose n one
sitting underneath of a frozen sun
when you cut your teeth on my bone, its no wonder
you're never going to touch your home soil again
living in turmoil and sin
spend an eternity toiling endlessly
spin your absurdities inside a centrifuge
extract the liquid, inject it in you
… what a rush!
eye to the sky till the sun combusts
all I ever wanted was someone to hug
tightly while my grave gets dug. Can you dig it?
Under the gun, above the shovel
under my tongue is a puzzle
there are no subtleties within the jungle
its chew or be swallowed, you chug or be guzzled
in love with an entity I can't define
with an injury as deep as mine
its only a matter of time before I go the way of the dinosaur

they call me the waiter
because I'm always waiting, baby
not because I'm a waiter

i never have to wonder "whats clever"
when I'm up under forever
I've got their tongue in my head, it just severs
i feel them eating out my dreams
reading how to be JUST LIKE ME
I tried to warn them
I tried to point them whence they came
the shit remained
since things ain't been the same
rendering every interaction strained
well consider it as awkward, strange
I hope you're prepared for detention in my brain
a boobie trap for every pleasure that I have abstained
a losing game historically, with not a dragon slain
it was a figment to begin with
its hard to follow when your perspective is doing mctwists
burned out and pissed at my own invention
converting every residence i visit to a pigpen
give me the definition of an instant
for instance, I'm known to give it up with no resistance
and though I have attempted to preempt it
I find that my foresight could use a prescription
for the sake of fecundity
i shun the sun and unplug the tv
I find myself wondering…
"what could they be doing?"
"what's taking them so long?!"

they call me the waiter
because I'm always waiting, baby
not because I'm a waiter
credits
Track Name: #CATPOSTERHULKSMASH
LET TODAY BE THE DAY YOU LOVE THE WORLD IN ALL CAPS

SIEZE THE CHEESEBURGER AND HOLD IT WITH BOTH HANDS

BELIEVE THAT EVEN NECK FIRST, HANGING ON IS IN FACT

MORE THAN A STRESS TACTIC, IT’S PRACTICALLY ALL THAT WE HAVE

YOU WOULD LIKE YOU WHEN YOU’RE HAPPY, SATISFIED AND ALL THAT

SOMEONE YOUR FUTURE SELF WOULD BE PROUD TO CALL THEIR PAST

THE LAST NAIL BITER, LIGHTING THE SKY WITH THE BLAST

OF A SUNRISE ON REPEAT IN PERPETUAL BROADCAST

EVEN SANS BANNER, YOU CAN HANDLE THIS, NO CRAP

JUST BELIEVE IN THE LEAP AND THE CANYON BECOMES A PATH

SEE, THE MOVING OF MOUNTAINS DOESN’T REQUIRE MUCH MATH

JUST A THUNDER CLAP RESERVED FOR THE JERKS THAT SWORE YOU CAN’T

I THINK I CAN, I THINK I CAN, DAG NABBIT, I AM

I AM SUCCESS PERSONIFIED, PART GOLD WITH A HUMAN HALF

AND GOSH DARNIT THE FUTURE WAS TATTOOED ON MY GRASP

THE MOST SAVAGE OF THE SNAPDRAGONS IN THE GARBAGE PATCH

I AM ALIVE AND BREATHING AND THAT’S ALL I NEED TO BELIEVE IN MAGIC

ACT LIKE EVERY LION IN THE DISTANCE IS A FLAG

AND THEIR ROARING IS A CHEER TO CELEBRATE ME AS I PASS

DEAD LAST IS FIRST PLACE WITH A BENCH GLUED TO THE ASS

AND THE DENSITY OF A TEAR DROP TO A BEAD OF SWEAT IS A LAUGH

WHAT’S MY SUGGESTION, YOU ASK?

I THINK I CAN, I THINK I CAN, DAG NABBIT, I AM

CAT

POSTER

HULK

SMASH

WHEN LIFE HANDS YOU LEMONS, SEND EM BACK FOR LIMES

FOR THAT MOUNTAIN OF MISTAKES SAYS HOW GREAT WE ARE AT TRYING

THERE’S NO DYING IN BASEBALL, LACE UP FOR EVASIVE ACTION

THERE’S A BATTALION OF GOALS ON THE HORIZON IN NEED OF SMASHING

YOU ARE THE SPECIALEST EX MONSTER TO EVER TO SAVE A STONE

ONLY CAPABLE OF GREATNESS, YOU ARE SACRED, YOU ARE HOME

LET IT GO. LET IT GO.

OH.

AND NEVER GIVE UP THE SATISFACTION OF LOOKING DOWN ON YOUR ACTIONS

THERE’S A BATTALION OF GOALS ON THE HORIZON IN NEED OF SMASHING

I AM THE ANTITHESIS OF THE DEMONS THAT HOLD ME BACK

AND FOR PETE’S SAKE QUIT LETTING THEM SPEAK ON MY BEHALF

A JOURNEY OF A THOUSAND MILES STARTS WITH ONE BAD ADAGE

AND ENDS WITH A HELL OF A LOT MORE THAN I THOUGHT I’D MANAGE

I AM GRAVITATING TOWARD THE SUN WITH BETTER WINGS THAN WAX

AND A GAMMA RADIATED HEART THAT’LL BEAT YOU WHERE YOU STAND

WITH A BRUTAL LOVE UNMATCHED, BUT ONLY IF YOU ASK

CLOSED MOUTHS ARE ONLY FED THE SWALLOWED TONGUE ON WHICH THEY

GAG

WHAT’S MY SUGGESTION, YOU ASK?

CAT

POSTER

HULK

SMASH

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