Released on January 1, 2018

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It’s the moment the harmony hits

It’s being a part of something bigger than this particle shift

It’s dodging responsibility like Karma’s a bitch

It’s a cartilage rip —the pounding of your heart in your fist

It’s panoramic, when he’s swallowed by an acid tablet

It’s watching his eyes turn from candle wax to glassy plasma

It’s being present in his vacancy

And slapping him until he awakens from his complacency

It’s Dangling nakedly tip-toeing through a lucid dream

Knowing that its make believe but holding her translucency

—It's stroking her eye lash

And feeling her bones shake in the moment of climax

It’s the chilling of flesh, the rhythm of breath— feeling a slippery kiss on your neck

Figuring out an intricate step but losing the thought like give it a rest

A flick of the moment a flick of the wrist — center the motion then level the lift

It’s the cinematography in this monotony feeling like god for just giving a shit

You feel a chill in your spine, you feel a chill in your spine, you feel it tickle and climb, you feel a chill in your spine (x2)

Its the forgotten thoughts of a holocaust survivor

The Alzheimers blocking out the rocket launchers fired

While the atomic bomb designer Dr. Robert Oppenheimer

Was lost within his mind and the guilt that he inspired (-expand-)

It’s watching the preacher man immersed in his belief

With a megaphone the megawatts dispersed and then released

His truth is absolute cuz he rehearsed it in a speech

Like a cease and desist as diversion for deceased

It’s in your vertebrae when the curtain’s raised on your symptoms

It permeates and enriches the murder rate of your fiction

So turn the page, but sit silent, don’t turn away from your privilege

Tt’s when we shut our liberal white asses up and just listen

It's being blacked out on white noise, a red-eye for these dreams

It’s weirdly opaque but clear that its fake - a blu ray for green screens

Got red cards I’m blue balled and black balled, my brain scattered

These shades of you are deja vu, that’s a pink slip for grey matter