Walking Compost

By CropRot

On Dysphoria

Released on December 1, 2017

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VERSE ONE (JERIM):

Kaleidoscopes before the coffin

My eyes roll back far too often

This two cents all I got to offer, better tighten up the coffer

This like disgruntled coughing

Liberty a lying cunt, I'ma off her

End it quick, you ain't got to suffer

Aimlessly roam this plain, silver surfer

Got rocks to shatter this reality

'Stablishments, institutions and faculties

What I call nitrogen and calcium you call a casualty

Walking compost held in gravity

Try and comprehend the statement and its gravity

Is ya skull just a cavity stuffed with apathy

Just casually, is this my RNA or my anarchist mentality?

Inhalin' Tibetan chants, exhale these incessant rants

Grand plans to thrive off our ancestors plants, damn...

SAMPLE:

"Better to be the poor servant of a poor master

And to endure anything

Rather than think as they do

And live after their manner..."

VERSE TWO (EPPSILON):

Before you cease to exist

Dare you perceive the abyss, try catch a glimpse through all of this

Double-D-T mist, of which I'm breathing thick, I'm heavin'

Be those stars that be gleaming? Or galaxies? String theory

Tapestries, strung overhead like the sword of Damocles

Haplessly, haphazardly - play out this divine tragedy

No Virgil to guide me through the insanity of this anarchy

I'm a mule for the carrot stringed, stick they're brandishing

Agoraphobic, I'm all panicky, thoughts of beyond the canopy:

Too much for my monkey mind!

My monkey mind, It's no man's land, no man's sky

Though who's out to defy? prospectors colonise uh!

Round 'em up from the round up pastures

Carve up the carcass, mince all the parts

Even the cartilage, pasteurised for the golden arches

With modified genetics buildin' burgers

Merciless as the Bilderburgers

Surplus usurpers, bloodthirsty serpents!

Knock! Knock! If it ain't the police, it's pyramid schemers selling me

Make believe deities, here to prey on me

(Don't fall prey to thee)