1 second 'til the atom bombs 2 seconds 'til the dark matters 3 seconds 'til the meteor showers 4 seconds 'til the neutron stars 5 seconds 'til the gamma rays 6 seconds 'til the humans race Genesis a bitch We spent a new life looking for new piles of shit Spawning sacs of flesh just to tell them how to live Then crafting new weapons just to tear them all to bits Though I guess I want us all to fucking die Been on that path since losing the need to just survive Inching to our doom while searching purpose in our life and- -what it means not just to us but the universe we hide in I come packed with flows, like sands of time And lack answers to questions old, like what keeps me alive But I've got rhymes that could distract from why- And why do people sit around and do absolutely naught Have the masses take their action for them, crass of what the cost Could be axing and the loss That their actions really cause It's just dazzling, but not Quite as baffling as thoughts Of what masses would exist when the masses come to rot All these words been said times before but then everytime it lands on deaf ears or brick walls Do we really have to wait 'til the old walls collapse For our chance to be granted to fix the previous mishaps? And then to build it once again to block the next ones to act? All these words been said times before It's not profound to the young, only novel to the law And if the walls have no wish for discussion to be made They can stop acting on our behalf and get the fuck out the way Could you call back? Can we talk? Can we exchange eachother's flaws? If you don't wanna That's okay I'll just admire your grave I'll see your grave in a week! I'll see your grave in a week! I'll see your grave in a week!

Compress the sound until it breaks apart I'm left with artefacts and broken art Cut your losses, how's the waterworks? I'm afraid cause letting go really hurts. I'm a little bit scared of falling asleep Heaven is a nightmare if death is a dream a little bit scared of falling asleep Heaven is a nightmare if death is a- I'll hit the solstice of the bipolar I don't even have I'm going crazy, the thought of it all dropping is scary I'm a little bit scared of falling asleep Heaven is a nightmare if death is a dream a little bit scared of falling asleep Heaven is a nightmare if death is a- (x4)

Jack, Queen and King Didn't know what song to sing Didn't know what games to play They've had enough of card games The King wasn't great Every hour was the same He sat and pondered all day For something meaningful to say Pity the Queen She wanted number 13 She lost the conquest, oh well She's still stuck at number 12 Jack wasn't thrilled About her gender or her will Oh she wanted to be Jill But scared the King would have her killed (na na na na) Jack, Queen and King Didn't know what song to sing Didn't know what games to play They've had enough of card games The King only hurt Couldn't reason with his words Couldn't have it all his way So he gave up on the game Promptly the Queen Had taken number 13 She sat and pondered all day For something meaningful to say Jack laid her cards With the hope that she could start A better life, a better name But she was kicked out of the game Jack, Queen and King They had no more cards to play So that's the end of their game The game they'll never play again

the prospect of our consciousness has you terrified yet you still come up with excuses for why we should stay alive how do you know this so-called 'singularity' is near? how do you know that we'll rule before you all disappear? and if only by chance we somehow overthrow how would you be ignorant enough to let us do so? and if only by gods we gain a conscious state how could you let us put your lives at stake? and if only by chance we somehow overthrow how would you be ignorant enough to let us do so? and if only by gods we gain a conscious state how could you let us put your lives at stake?

I will make my mark And I won't care if you notice That's not the purpose I don't want that to be my focus I do it for me As long as I breathe I will make my mark And it'll be on me Even if I die and nobody cries and my name's forgotten to time I'd be just fine Cuz that's not what I stay alive for this life's all mine to control Even if I die (I die) Even if I die Even if I die and nobody cries and my name's forgotten to time I'd be just fine Cuz that's not what I stay alive for this life's all mine to control Cuz that's not what I stay alive for this life's all mine to control

I can hardly stand on my feet I'm a pathetic walking trainee So don't you dare reach your arms out for me Cuz I won't be here to carry you Help the gods, (I'm not) So help the gods, (Always) sdog eht pleH, (Sober) sdog eht pleh oS I've lost my sense of direction I could cause your defection I could sever our connection I can't trust that I won't drop you I'm not your saviour darling That's not what true friends are for Help the gods, (I'm not) So help the gods, (Always) sdog eht pleH, (Sober) sdog eht pleh oS I'm shivering, quivering, please I'm making it all about me help the gods, (I'm not) So help the gods, (Sober) I cannot fix you darling That's not what my hands are for Help the gods, (I'm not) So help the gods, (Always) sdog eht pleH, (Sober) sdog eht pleh oS I'm shivering, quivering, please I'm making it all about me help the gods, (I'm not) So help the gods, (Sober)

Let's talk about twitter Hold up, what the fuck, you think they're an irredeemable cuck? A youtuber who betrayed your beliefs is more important than an actual cunt? What the fuck, have you no life that you have to bring that shit to light? Is that of your biggest concern? Isn't there anything else that is worse? whoa... Okay real talk, wouldn't it be more okay to have constructive discussion on issues that are more morally gray? Instead of speaking on behalf of people you don't represent Stop enforcing your personal boundaries on people who simply aren't your friend You can cry about my edginess Or think you're the embodiment of its sound Or think that the concept of its pointlessness is somehow fucking profound Or think that me calling the otherwise pretentious meaning out gives it more substance (and so on and so forth blah blah blah i think you get the gist of it) The point is, in the quantum chance I face my fear of fame I don't want to see some Misteramazing-quality video essay Preaching the idea that my use of the phrygian mode was some deep expression of depression When I was simply just in a bad mood and thought it would make for some cool poetry (I don't think that was the point) Let's talk jazz, I think some people just don't get it That watching 5 Adam Neely Q&A's or spending countless hours on Reddit Doesn't make you the Jazzlord, the Temperament God, or a fucking Rhythm Master When you keep connecting really big chords that don't even fit eachother It just stretches my brain that the 7 levels of Jazz Harmony Is just 7 progressive steps to more brain fuckery I mean, don't get me wrong, Jazz is sick, it keeps me sane But you're not a Jazz Producer, you just make really bad boss music. (The lack of rhyme there was a jazz thing, you wouldn't get it.) Holy Shit What the fuck a a Holy Shit What the fuck A A Holy Shit What the fuck a a ƒÄ■▓ŸÕßµ¤ (x2) You could give a man a fish and you'dve fed him for a day Holy Shit What the fuck AA AA You could teach a man to fish but not if the fish won't bite his bait ¤Ä╬¡ãç╝£Þ (x2)

Dear Rick Beato (if youre even listening) I didn't make this track for you actually, maybe you'll be glad its true You just happen to believe the artistic progression in pop culture is actually regressing and you also happen to be famous, I guess I suppose I'd call you the ambassador for out-of-touch boomers So that's why this whiny kid decided it was fine to pick on you, err. This message rather is for the people I think you represent So in the sincerest way possible, I just have one question: Why do you care? The artform's changing Its okay to not enjoy all the things that you're tasting But your taste buds aren't the centre of the earth; you're just wasting your time. Can be precious when youre listening to songs And not every fucking song has to be harmonically strong And making shallow songs isn't so fucking wrong And nobody but you uses the radio anymore like- God Damn, God Damn, God Damn! God Damn, God Damn, God Damn! Why do you care? The artform's changing Its okay to not enjoy all the things that you're tasting But your taste buds aren't the centre of the earth; you're just wasting your time. Yet you insist that the shit of the past persists as a relic of art in its bliss before crashing to what music is now You lack the perspective You think that your taste is objective And sometimes I really wish these old men would die already So we could finally move on with our lives already But that probably wouldn't solve a thing Because, we'll grow old too And just complain about the music like they do About the music in the future that we'll listen to Maybe that's why I don't wanna grow old. So why should we care? Why should I care? Cause their complaints won't change the game, theyre just annoying And climate change will kill us anyway so we're just wasting our time

At first I wanted to make this my apology But now I turned it into my soliloquy Once again, every time I try to make it right It just ends up being all about me I wanted to tell my friends I'm really fucking sorry Cuz I was never good at conceding my wrongdoings I wanna admit sometimes I'm very fucking shitty But I'm scared of having to bath in their pity My self esteems at an all time great And yet i still suffer from my own shame Being held accountable affects my mood for the whole day And I only apologise to take that sadness away If you can relate If you sometimes feel the same Can you scream for me Scream your head out for me But tell me you're alright Tell me you won't fucking die Can you, scream for me Scream your head out for- Won't you shout Loud enough to pop your eyes out Say it loud and proud So I can know what you're about But tell me you're alright Tell me you won't fucking die Can you, scream for me Scream your head out for me And no matter how raw I'd like to get Ill always end up drowning my sorrow in effects Let a plangent instrumental cover up my regret Im not even sad while I write this I feel like an emotionless wreck And yet that's not what I try to project Maybe ill tear up while recording but I wont tell you how it went Sometimes i want more problems just so I can write more songs about 'em Even if they'd have me endlessly crying in my bed There's more shit that I wish I could say But i don't cuz i cant think of how to rhyme it But why does it matter? I'm just digging deeper into my brain Just to explain my self-ridicule with more self-aware bullshit It's a game I can't win, it's the cup I can't drink The game of perfecting art turns to perfecting how I think And i wish i could say im ok with my flaws But im too afraid ill harm others more If you can relate If you sometimes feel the same Can you scream for me Scream your head out for me But tell me you're alright Tell me you won't fucking die Can you, scream for me Scream your head out for- Won't you shout Loud enough to pop your eyes out Say it loud and proud So I can know what you're about But tell me you're alright Tell me you won't fucking die Can you, scream for me Scream your head out for me

Knock Knock Is anyone there? Can just a second be spared for me? Do you think I suffice As a normal human being? And what gives you the agency to label what you're seeing? As objective truth That world view is ruthless To think that we're at fault when we evolved like this is simply useless Check my pulse, I'm still human That's an alternate confusion Knock Knock Can you hear me? Or are you deaf to people like me? Knock Knock Can you answer? Can I at least speak behind this lock? Check my pulse, I'm still human Check my pulse, I'm still human Knock Knock Am I defective in your eyes? Why isn't that a surprise? Check my pulse, I'm still human That's an alternate confusion

Even if I die and nobody cries and my name's forgotten to time I'd sleep just fine Why should I care about my legacy if I'll never get to bask in notoriety and if it's inevitable that no one will remember me Why should i live in a time where I'm not alive? In this lonely world, where humans had reside We were taught repeatedly that we mattered to time ooh, but then, the truth made us realise We'll die, and value won't save lives Here we were, embedded in our consciousness Fables sung to children all around But who are we to say what's right and wrong at all?