Album: Live Backwards [Track 14]
Year: 2011
When I die, I wanna be the mist in your eyes, will anybody kill me goodbye, (bliss) when I die, and slip into the grip of the night, when I die, will the moon eclipse in the sky, when I die, I wanna be the mist in disguise, will anybody miss me (goodbye), (bliss) when I die, and slip into the grip of the night, when I die, will I go to the pits or the sky?
Death Radio Coffin is on, broadcasting live all life long
we got the Demon and Greazy and Glitch Mob, heads sewn back on, a bad stitch job.
in the thick fog a wolf does howl, before the needle injects it’ll pull blood out.
before the evil ingests souls thru Hell’s mouth, before the pit of the flames it’s cold as Hell out.
Spellbound and falling into a dream, where all the women I’ve loved are calling me thru the steam.
all the friends that I lost are pulling me at the seams until I’m tearing apart and my heart’s starting to scream.
a horrible scene, unbearable pain. I flicker just like a candle with a prayer in the rain.
the burden is on my shoulder like I’m wearing a chain and it’s burning me to a smolder but I’m bearing the flames.
I’m hearing my name, I’m yelling to my parents, I wanna tell them I’m sorry it’s apparently in vain.
Seeing my own sin like a therapy of shame, they say don’t fear the Reaper but he’s scaring me the same.
I get chills. Can you feel that? The room goes dark, I mean real black.
I feel his hand on my wrist and he appears and I know it’s all over when he whispers in my ear…
Listen there probably isn’t a God. So we might as well just fucking enjoy it instead of letting religion poison the well. Contrary to Christian opinion we are not within his dominion, they are his minions, they appointed themselves.
With a belt around my arm and a needle pointed to Hell I died twice, and neither time did I see a bright light. I wasn’t any more of a sinner than a minister at his best, I was just trynna get Jennifer out her dress. Are we falling fast or…are we ascending slow? Will it be Hell yes or will it be Heaven’s no? Will I be well dressed or dead in a beggars clothes? Am I already dead? If so I still have forever to go. Will I be mist floating in the midst of an open wrist ocean in a casket too cool to be closed? The point is you don’t usually know, unless you’re death’s volunteer. Fuck that, I’ll get mine while I’m here!
You trying to live (we’re all dying anyway)
I’m dying to live (we’re all dying anyway)
You ready to die (we’re all dying anyway)
not as ready as I (we’re all dying anyway)
Stay honey …
Cut your losses ….
Burn your money …
Flip your crosses
LIVE Backwards!
Album: Live Backwards [Track 6]
Year:2011
RUN little girl, I know where you are
didn’t think I’d see you under the bed but there you are
backseat of you car
the gentleman with the blade
kisses sweet as Entiments and she screams
(are you OK?)
Johnny got it made
the autumn day butcher
you ever made love by the lake?
then I push her
feel the cold water
sinking like a stone
I’m an axe murder app
you can sink it to your phone
blink and then I’m gone
the rubber glove bandit
it looks like a mess
but I motherfuckin planned it
you panic
but this is not the time to be frantic
Oh please
on you knees
and you’re praying like a mantis
PLEASE
dont insult me with that weak shit
if God loved you why the fuck’d he let me creep in?
I’ll let it seep in
you’re all alone here
chained to the radiator
you aint going nowhere….
open up
say aaahhhh
pop the trunk
let’s play god…
live backwards
damn, you’re beautiful
I dreamed you this way
with your eyeliner running
trynna scram thru the tape
baby
I could probably just leave you this way
I’m a star and nobody would believe you
I walk in the cathedral
hear the low hum of my presence
the word “live” backwards shakes your very essence
cemetary message
read it on the plaque
while you’re trynna count your blessings
I will teach you to subtract
false hopes
throw another penny in the wishing well
my knife will make a woman out you
but I never kiss and tell
wicked
I’m a first class ticket for a trip to Hell
Atlas never shrugged, he was drugged
he tripped and fell
…I’m not even a Christian when it helps
if you wanna hear that fake shit
listen to yourself
I embody this
terrifying crash behind the road flares
you’re pinned underneath and you aint going nowhere.
Album: Live Backwards
Year: 2011
HELLO! it’s the part where I sing you a sad song with a broad playing the cello.
people keep quivering, raspberry Jell-o, deliver rigorous flows…I rip it like Velcro
For WHom The Bell Tolls. I’m Quasimoto with a Kamikaze flow though I’m global just like a cell phone
soon to be well known, fresh out the hell hole, STOP! let me pick it up before it even drops…
they do me like I’m shooting a movie, I get the props… for properly fucking the party up as if it’s the cops…
but the opposite, poppin the propaganda apocalypse, ZINGER, licking your finger and sticking it where the socket is
H-E double hockey sticks, aiming at the goalie, giving the kids a new definition of getting holy
guacamole with cheese, I dip like chips, write murder on my mouth now read my lips…
Let’s go for a ride….
All my life I been different
keeping it 110
percent real. you feel me? get lifted
yeah.. but then again…
we like to Get Weird
Get Weird
and when they see us the lames they get scared
so Get Weird
Get Weird
I just wanted to make one thing clear and that’s to Get Weird
Yo! I’m in my motherfucking bag, you been lame as ever since the night your mother fucked your dad
I’m rad. the girls are eternally giving head and I love brains, it’s like the Return of the Living Dead
poppin like every kernel my journal is fulla red, my raps written in blood will murder you in your bed
instead of composing one of Motzart’s pieces I’m chillin in Hell and sending a postcard to Jesus…
CHRIST! where the fuck’s your will to be weird? you’re in the garden of Eden still you’d kill to be here
I’m under a bloody sky watchin Philly appear, me and Greazy will kill it filthy til we’re millionaires
blast it. swagtastic, throw in the towel, got em floating, feeling salty like a sodium cloud
the macaroni jabroni from the opium town, see me politicking, I stay behind the podium now, clowns….
Let’s go for a ride….
All my life I been different
keeping it 110
percent real. you feel me? get lifted
yeah.. but then again…
we like to Get Weird
Get Weird
and when they see us the lames they get scared
so Get Weird
Get Weird
I just wanted to make one thing clear and that’s to Get Weird
all my life I been different.
lt me know if you feel the same way
we could get ill get ill like a sickness
fuck what all the lamesters say!
Let’s go for a ride….
All my life I been different
keeping it 110
percent real. you feel me? get lifted
yeah.. but then again…
we like to Get Weird
Get Weird
and when they see us the lames they get scared
so Get Weird
Get Weird
I just wanted to make one thing clear and that’s to Get Weird
Album: Live Backwards [Track 1]
Year: 2011
I’m dying on the front steps… I’m bleeding out slow…call the medics? why would I need ‘em now? No. I’m leaving now. Go. I failed you and I hate it. The dream becomes a nightmare the second you awaken. I am quaking in a city made for idiots. The streets like the veins of a dope fiend…it’s hideous. I wrote a verse to shake the angels from the heavens like apples from a tree. Hear the cackle? Then it’s me. Modern holy war, dodge shrapnel and debris. You wanna spend your every Sunday in a chapel on you knees? Chilly from the breeze. Philly is diseased. Brilliant from afar. But when Gods answers one prayer a million get ignored…waiting for euthanasia cuz religion is a drug and God’s a hallucination… So without further ado I am The Haunting of a home within your heart and it’s deeper than floating laundry. A tawdry affair, you’re kissing the snake on the tongue. Oil addicted and we’re sipping it straight from the drum. Priests raping the young, Republicans telling us all we need to do is pray…and it’ll go away…yeah…I saw the glory that was Rome in a hurricane from the second story of my home. Drank a second Hurricane 40 all alone feeling like I’m burning in a Purgatory all my own. Further more in the murder for sport capital where kids carry burners cuz murder is more practical… cutting deeper, an experiment in pain where children get lost like tears in the rain…an experiment in pain where the parents get lost like tears in the rain, wrapped up in the fear and the blame where the true meaning is lost like tears in the rain…You ever felt like nobody was listening? Like a baby trynna scream “No.” at his own christening. Where the truth is but a whisper in the wind and lies are getting hotter til they blister on the skin. I was a sleepy eyed dark figure in the classroom. What is that hiding behind the mirror in the bathroom? Medicine or monster? Stumble out and grab you. I walked the hallowed halls of Hell so that you don’t have to. Creep theater zero eleven. We all just wanna be vampires so we can stay young forever. I wanna touch eternity twice. I wanna fit in but I’m mean, I mean I’d learn to be nice…record labels say that going to jail’s earning me stripes, should I record a thousand songs and get 30 to life? Is that cool? Would I sell then? Get on the radio? Maybe all my dream will come true? They say if you’re the one with the best dope then all the fiends come to you but if they don’t know your name then where’s the freedom to choose? My father left me like a bastard in a basket. I still can see my best friend plastered in a casket. Without him here…I’m feeling weird and alone again. Like a part of me’s missing, my soul’s got a hole in it. Heroin powder in hour glass. Ring side seats to watch our loved ones get eaten, we’re devoured last. My girl thinks I’m going crazy, but aint it odd? The worst evils are committed in the name of God. Blind faith, and experiment in pain, where fathers get lost like tears in the rain. An experiment in pain where my best friend was lost like a tear in the rain. Wrapped up in the fear and the shame and really just got lost like a tear in the rain… whether you believe or not, we’re just tears in the rain.
Album: Funeral Disco [Track 7]
Year:2009
We’re saying RIP to everyone we know
the glass is now half empty but the tears will over flow
and still screaming RIP to everyone we love
is everyone below us mad at everyone above?
this is the valley where animals live, stress is like wind to a man on the bridge, stand on the edge with the city below, below the city it’s 60 below, is he alone?, is he a shadow?, when will he be home?, in his moment of battle… he’s roaming, a vandal, no Roman candles… lit on the night that he died, might it be I… should have been there in his place, scared as I stare in the face of his mother in case I discover the Fear and the Faith, my Brother, I send another prayer into space… Rest In Peace to Prince and Thief too Can We speak To Ghosts????
chorus
Cold is the hand on the angel of death… drawing you to it’s embrace… from caress… proceeding to strangle your neck… falling into it from grace, this is your fate: you stare in the eyes of your sin… every morning before you begin… who are your family who are your friends?? …lost in the comfort of needles and pins
Tommy was itching to fix in the kitchen he made his decision he wanted to scratch… chasing the Dragon but face it, the Dragon is not really something he wanted to catch… but he finally did, I wonder did he try to repent, as life slipped from his eyes (scratching)
chorus
we still love you…we will miss you… we still love you…is it blissful… we still love you… we will miss you… we still love you… is it bliss?
Erik! my cousin I call to your spirit. answer I know you can hear it. I conjure your soul with these lyrics. manifest some kind of appearence. scare us. I don’t even care it’s … better than just wondering where it.. was that you were carried. and I helped carry you physical to be buried but thee rest… every individual varies.
