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Trøntønømø Bay

by Old Grape God

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Produced by Skelli Skel with additional production from Old Grape God, Party on Marz, Dan O, & EmVKush.
Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Skelli Skel


released December 21, 2016


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Track Name: Afterlife at the Apollo
I’ve been coming to this club for too long
They’re too cheap to hire a band,
So they let me blow in exchange for a drink or two
But I’ve been tryna get an advance,
‘Cause it’s only a drink or two
And I need a few,
Just to get me through…

Intro Pt. II
Welcome to the other side
Please pay close attention to your tour god
Welcome to….
Trøntønømø Bay

Time Travel, 444
I break necks
Brake checks
Practice safe sex
Listen to Actress
Take bets even though I know I’ll lose,
Just to sip the juice
Loose lips might spit like Bruce Bruce off the Goose
Smokin spruce from Coos Bay to Scappoose
Never ask for truces
Roll a loosie on a hardcover copy of the Crucifix
Tronfucious, I’m old as hell
I just wrote this but it is not new shit
Collar same color as bruises
Movin units to Cupid’s shooters
Cuts like a couple razors not two kids scooters
Skelli got more slaps than Lemieux do
Kush from the future, rarer than Mewtwo
So loud might mute you, rawer than uncooked food
Took one look and knew who you really are
I am pure game you are merely Chewy bar
I am the wave you are where the shoobies are
I’m groovier than Scooby’s car
Drink an avocado smoothie followed by some loose leaf tea
Hit the mall they already knew nothing was Gucci!
I feel like Bruce Lee reciting Juicy everytime I move teeth
Girl scout cookies colored like Coogi
I feel like Rudy Ray Moore doodling on page 4 of tomorrow’s morning paper
I’m in the world’s shortest sky scraper
Gettin a taper
Don Draper? Nah
John Jay on ganja gone the wrong-way down a one-way
Pushing a skateboard like a gondola
Turn the booth to a runway in one take
God love girls that love nature
Hella granola
Coltrane playing as I go sane cop a gold chain for an arraignment I haven’t caught yet
They tryna try me though
‘Cause against the grain
Is where the god went.

(Trumpet & Audience)

Just a little spit for the slides even though I know it’ll rust my insides (x2)
Track Name: Permanent Tournament
Stretch, wake up and shit
You know I’m uhh
You know I’m feeling kinda like
Feelin kinda like…

Pretty Ricky Tikkii Timbo
Old Grape God raising the bar
Lawyers got our system of existence in limbo
Young gyroscope
Meddah flow
Like uh
Lamb gyro
Flap my wings before Lambo doors
On a jungle beat going Rambo
Paint Soup, BurgAndy Warhologram
This ain’t Campbell’s
Known to ramble over damp bells
If you can’t tell, I cast spells
Break legs on stage
Then get daps on daps
Slaps on slaps til my hands swell
Welches and well whiskey, don’t push me
Cuz I’m over the boreder (boarder)
Just tryna stay busy
Feeling good while I’m doing bad
Dabs on dabs
Mandem spinning vinyl
That’s wax on wax
Woods be my cologne
The un-pheromone (unfairer moan)
Them backs is axe on axe, twist the Axel -
Rose City purple rain fill up
Fill up
Fill up
Fill up the moat
Round my brown castle no cattle sandwich
Light the candle as I lessen my load
Bless the bland hell as I freshen your mode
Nomad moving-
Never nesting at home
So fast losing-
Full control of the road
I swerve and I skid
Still keep the
Still keep the
Herb lit
As I slip off the pavement
Waking up, wandering where the way went
Shaking shattered glass off of my shoulders
Cached for when I was older
I never stashed it
Just off the god-rails (guardrails)
Steep embankment
Fuck up some commas off insurance
This surreality is fucking up my coma
I don’t wanna come to
This permanence
This this this permanence
I don’t wanna come to this permanence
I don’t wanna come to
I don’t wanna come to this permanence
This this this permanence
I don’t wanna come to this this permanence
I don’t want this this perm...

Verse II
Permanent, permanent
It’s your turn in the tournament
Burning fern
I thought you were poppin
Wonder where the kernels went
It’s a thirsty man’s world
On the verge of it
Turn em in, Turn em in
I’m earning my bid
I’ma make a hit if you let me get a verse on it
Fill a page just for the turn-of-it
I’ve been waiting patiently for myself to catch up
But I’m a flash flood
I’m a splashed tub
In the club eating a caesar salad before I sing a ballad
Just waiting for the crowd to validate my pallet salivates
Loud sounds like [DJ] Khaled in the sensory deprivation tank
I don’t hate my enemies
‘Cause I know they’re just waiting the time to come around and be a friend of me
Intensity is spreading
Time travel committee never meeting in the middle
I hold it down like a tent city when they ask us to be civil
Most people only think they’re liberal
Political affiliations for the formulaic individual off the artificial nipple
Skip the pebble, never caused a ripple
They try to cripple the growth of our roots
So its easier to top and chop and chop and chop and topple us, over
Everytime I go off head-top like Ted Coppel
Telepathic T.E.D. talks
Cold world just tryna get these sleds off
Be smart with the art of using heart as a weapon
Sharp tools of a veteran
Just tryna get these sheds off
Shit-steppin not stressin
just looking for the shrooms init
God yeah I’m gassin
Yeah I’m gassin
I could flex on Exxon(x2)
Next song(x4)
Track Name: Candlelit Vandal
I don’t have kids but my kids do
I don’t have a grip but my grip do
I don’t have shit to convince you

Oooh I’m only here for a minute
Shaking up the paintcan
Before I spray your walls

Motif (x2)
I don’t have kids but my kids do
I don’t have a grip but my grip do
I don’t have shit to convince you
I ain’t got enemies but my enemies do
I ain’t got intentions but my tension due
I ain’t on the grid no lid on my paint
I let it spill (x5)

I ate eight slices of octopi
I like to chop it up when I’m high like helicopters fly
I give a cyclops an awkward eye
Watch thy opps thems is not my guys
Brown money on the rise
Rye loaf white oak and marble right
in the carpool ride through the tunnel
Pour my pride in a puddle
I don’t go dumb
I gets befuddled
My egos huddled around the fire in my heart
Tire marks and broken glass
Chokin on the past
Encroaching on that final path
That vinyl destination!
Just tryna be alive and engaged with
The surface I’m greatly engraved in
Til I’m in the grave again!
Save me from my impatience
Ancients and forgotten present
Told my Baba I never forgot his lessons
-Dreams- starting to let the alarm tone creep in
I’m off the deep end
Cheapen the ticket home reap the work of what you sow I suppose
Pose for the photo after no drops of Roto
Crop my aura from the exposure
Fuck the composition what’s the composure?
Never looking for closure just decomposition
I never speak on positions I couldn’t hold
Conversations turned arguments I wouldn’t fold
Cold shoulder to the
Cold shoulder to the holster I’m no soldier
Tulip House no Folgers
Just out here getting older
Just out here getting older

I don’t have kids but my kids do
I don’t have a grip but my grip do
I don’t have shit to convince you

I don’t have kids but my kids do
I don’t have a grip but my grip do
I don’t have shit to convince you
I ain’t got enemies but my enemies do
I ain’t got intentions but my tension due
I ain’t on the grid no lid on my paint
I let it spill (x5)

Outro (x2)
I’ve been riding round that city
Smoking on that loud
I’ve been riding round that city
Just looking to not be found
Track Name: Not My City

Cold in the house
Like, uhh
You know I got the heat turned off
Like I ducked down a sidestreet dodgin cops
‘Cause I don’t think they’d appreciate
The smell of tree I break off
That’s still a metaphor for the temperature in the home
Weather many storms
I keep roaming
But I’m ready
To appreciate the calm
It’s all so surreal
Make me forget how real a deep breath feel
And debris from the highway littered the windshield
When will wake up?!
When will I wake up?...
The insomniac asks the shadows cast every night
Between moon and pavement
Blurs between noon and midnight
Heard the words of worry but in a hurried state I didn’t wait to listen
Tryna be a lil more patient
Tryna be a lil more patient
Tryna be a lil more patient
And just
Hit my target
I can play the cards I was dealt or throw out the deck
Rebel against elements of a genre I don’t wanna be limited to
Too often they try to box you in before coffin
But I box em out
Like Rodman
A God-Man
Might cause a log jam in your river of conciousness
At least I give a dam
Cash waves at the riverbank
Can I live like I’ve been resurrected?
Because I’ve been dead
Celebrate old year’s eve
Timeless music from a traveler of many planes
None of which plain
White walls just waiting for some color splashes
No more lashes out at the way things are
Just make art and watch the clock
A conflict of hand-eye coordination
No Jacob & Co.
Moreso Jacob Perkins
I’m cold! But not hot opposit
Watch a pot boil
I acknowledge you got some dirt but not soil
Acknowledge you got some dirt but not soil
Got some dirt but not soil
Born not royal
No king! By human-construct
But if you ain’t learn by now, money ain’t the object
Many lost souls find themselves here
Don’t contest the context of your conquest
And that self-portrait might familiarize
Real life rhymes off-beat to keep you off-seat
Don’t sleep

Motif (Recording)
I found this picture of you
Found a picture of you
Um, I’ve been couch surfing
I’ve been sleeping on couches
I’m not... this is not my city

Verse II
This is not my city just the place that I stay
This is not my body just what I use to paint
I lay awake
As tides break waves against the dry island in the sky
This is not heaven but here is like nowhere else
Yet eerily familiar
To describe the unseen can be a crime against the eye’s perception
But you may never view this landscape
So I must attempt to stand straight and translate
The often broken language’s underdeveloped explanations
Could create undervalued expectations
Tryna break free from those motherfunking expectations!
We always moving in some direction
Escape to Trøntønømø Bay when it gets heavy on Urth before levees burst
Seeking weightlessness
And untimed lengths of patience
Shake the anguish of bad measurement
The art of entertainment taught by introverts close to unheard
Words that can only
Complement the silence
Religion that don’t compete with science
Find bliss in the
awareness of ignorance
The selfish hail from where they sell fish
Selfless heal free of charge
Break free of the bars and not be at large
Close but no cigarillo
Sketchbook used to fill up Field Notes but ideas got bigger
Not fearing brief sobriety like when I was invincible
Embrace unintended contradictions in an unpredictable existence

Motif (Recording)
This is not my city.
Track Name: Bad Breath

I let the pen move my hand as I acknowledge the hourglass sand
No powerless man
just an hourless god
In the flesh
Sky burial
But yet from the dead still rose
Slomo poet in the city of red flowers
Not tryna be redundant
Stationary arguments about who-really-running-shit
Nonesuch grip on any game you playing or war you faking I’m making no mistake
Nunchuck spit don any dame a rose by any title
Clothes by many names
The threads find me
But I’m off the grid
Them feds won’t find me
Even though I got nothing to hide, right?
My hindsight is 444 lives
Are we recording, is this thing live?
I’m tryna stay alive despite the plight of introspection
From dark to otherwise
Out late by the lake getting baked while a meadowlark’s mother cries in unimaginable distance
As the rabbit hole twists and it twists
You just gotta finesse the wrist
Old Grape God gon finish the sentence
Blessed with a hardline to your heart, mind, and the rest
Just tryna live as I digress
Just tryna live as I digress
Keep what I treasure close to the chest
Give most my shit away for free or way too cheap to defy the pirates
Finesse the wave through the straight of Malacca
Knock a Mac Mall acapella over the classical station
Jumpin on my ship uninvited get you set adrift on memory bliss
Leave you to the elements
Remember Orapin 4? (
Pulled into the shore of Sriracha
14 members aboard
4 days after they got got for their gas
Quick fast in a hurry
Tried to mash left curry on the dash the splash left the glass hella blurry
Ya heard me
Zero dark 44 in the park with a cast of strange bandits
Cast me a shadow of sun too bright for candid grams of distant planets
Scans of converted can-do attitudes overruled by those fucking realists!
Drunk with any power they can pillage from the lucid dreamers
Too quick!
Don’t move too quick!
Quadruple backflip over the broom onto the moon
To my hallucinations
Never too clean cut though
A cut thoat like Sweeney Todd
Low brow on Fleet St.
Cold in the club
Awl sleet sleet sleet sweet talk to her intellect
Foul mouth no bad breath / even though she missed my calls like a bad ref (x2)

She miss my
She miss my
She miss my
She miss my
She miss my
She miss my
Calls like a bad ref
She got that foul mouth
That foul mouth
That foul mouth
No bad breath even though…

Verse II
Every bar got a golden ticket in it
Tik tik tok on my wrist vindictive limericks for at-risk apparitions
Impressions of the precious pressure in the thickest conditions
The spicket is a little more than drippin and I’m tippin!
On 444’s thwarting fauxes (foes) shawty knows I’m long-term
I’m slick off top like Devious witta perm
Curmudgeons get bludgeoned in my dungeon begrudgingly jumping none-grungy, bungee
Grumpy, you remind me of something I’ll never unsee
There’s only none me and too much money interrupting dreams erupted in screams
Rise to the top of the c.r.e.a.m.
Everything surrounding me is grounding all flights
Not tryna fight decline in height if dakine ain’t right
Movin at the speed of deep night
I leap off the ladder and hit rock bottom in a hurry
Don’t get caught up in the flurry
I get up early!
V60 swirling I’m listening to Furly not going out like Bobby Hurley
Purple ink writing Ghiradelli bars no Hershey’s
Selling art like cars ‘cause you could use it to go somewhere
Most can’t tell themselves apart from the pack
Loudpack tickle my nosehair
They’re selling out shows in nowhere and i really don’t care
Growing out of clothes and don’t fare well with hoes ‘cause they call them hoes
Do you really know the power of treating someone better than they treat themselves?
Do you know the power of treating someone better than they treat themselves?
I’m just tryna find that help
I need some help that’s not off the shelf
‘Cause I ain’t got no prescription
I am my own doctor I speak with conviction

Foul mouth no bad breath even though she miss my calls like a bad ref (x3)

Motif (Recording)
Know I only got a few minutes
Tryna get to you but I know my gas tank
Only got fumes in it
I know my gas tank only got fumes in it
And I only got a few minutes to get to you
And I guess I’m gon be late
Guess I’m gon miss you
Guess I’m gon be late
Guess I’m gon miss you
‘Cause my gas tank only got fumes in it
Track Name: Mescalculations feat. Ripley Snell
Mescalculations (feat. Ripley Snell)

Motif (Ripley Snell)
The taste (x5)
The taste of mescal
Brings me back
Rosé bottles on the floor
No, I never really liked mescal
But it’s you that I adore
The taste of mescal
Brings me back
Rosé bottles on the floor
Rosé bottle can’t bring you back
But I swear I’ve seen you here b4
I swear I’ve seen you here b4
I swear I’ve seen you here b4

Verse (OGG)
*fades in over Ripley’s motif*
I don’t
Want to
Miss you
from this view
You are
Just too far
Just too far
As I…

Take my face from the ancient gallery
and walk down the hall of mirrors
I can hear the wind’s best impression of her whisper
clearly in my ears
My equilibrium shifts with every wishful step
Blissful ignorance of no regret
A time traveler’s best parlor trick
I’ve let my armor grow thicker
Kiss the elixir
Going alone to parties on non-party drugs
Really in the mixture
Keep a bae at bay
Tron-to-no-mo titanic
Flow antarctic
Not your archetypal god but exist nonetheless
Made me
re-inhabit my body
She caught me!
Wanting to be human again
So I had to leave with the fog
Back to a polluted lake I fish nonetheless
I fish nonetheless
Spit grit to stick to your chest, your ribs
I’m a frog
not a prince
rinse my palms in the pond
I see no reflection
I see so many sheep that don’t seek any direction
I’m just tryna hit a world tour in a vessel they will recognize
Mechanized still frame treat the game like a meal you know I pill lames!
Ain’t tryna feel the same...

Motif (Ripley Snell)
The taste...the taste
Tryna feel the same
Tryna feel..
Rosé bottles on the floor (x5)

Motif (Recording)
OGG & Ripley Snell play piano in pitch black darkness atop Mt. Tabor in Summer 2016.
Track Name: Urth City Hues
Why’d they have to kill Jimi, man?
I hear my boat a comin’ (x4)
I hear my boat…

All I brought home was 100 excuses to keep running
Burn the bridge or jump from it
I’m tryna get my point across
Refuse the trolls’ tolls
I live between the skull and your soul
I let the moon pull me to and fro
World 2ur
If I can escape
Drown in the moat of raw emotions slow motion tronjure my own potion
And Oooh it’s so potent!
Proceed with caution I’m known to cause flash floods
My passion finna crack me
Raspy bark glass tongue as I sprung
Heels over head outta the dark
Sprintin down Stark
Tip-toein in and outta shadows
There’s sharks in the park but they got a bad nose
I deviate the route casual
I take a right on schedule
Left the stove on burning down the block
Turning down the party whipped out on a backroad to nowhere
Went to far on the outskirts only seeking a tunnel don’t flash ya headlights

Motif (Verse Inlay)

Dear So-and-So
You were on my mind like headlice
Sincerely Signed,
She replied,
Dear Never-Was-Mine,
I used to think you were fine now you’re just hard to find
I replied with a lie but not to her
There was never a time enough forwards
I reply with a lie but not to her
There never was enough time forwards
There never was enough time for words
There never was enough time forwards
There never was enough time for words
Cause I got those
I got those Urth City Blues
I got them Urth City Blues
I got them Urth City Reds
I got them Urth City Purples
I got different hues!
And what’s you’s getting used to?
You should never get so used to getting used to
I got them Urth City Blues
I got a few different Hues
To my Urth City Blues
My Urth City
Urth City Blues

Verse II
Beneath burgundy-burned buried-sun skies
Summer surprised me yesterday
Yet I stray away to the gray grazing the graper pastures
Rapture of the spoke words
Filler terms while I peel and feel!
Don’t pop pills but I pupils
Smoking to lower lids
Love-loathings lust photos on the grid
Just thumbnails
short clips
scrape the dirt out
They don’t dig deep enough
Fuck em!
Let em sleep it off
Sweat it out
Baby we need a detox
Thunder in the hills
I feel the gods beat box
Clouds are loud let em wet it out
The pen bled out
Interrogate me baby
Manipulate me shady lady
I don’t have to practice my Answers I should be signed to Reebok
Never know when to leave off
I just peel leaves off
Harsh but I love it
No more Swisher Sweet talk

Do you wanna go to Trøntønømø Bay?
Tell me, do you wanna go to Trøntønømø Bay?
Tell me, are you tryna escape?
Do you wanna go to Trøntønømø Bay?
Do you wanna go, do you wanna escape?
Tell me, do you wanna go to Trøntønømø Bay?
Tell me, are you tryna escape?
Track Name: Anvil
Drop (x4)
Drop the anvil
Drop drop the anvil(x5)

Drop the anvil
Light the candle
Ignite the dynamite
Tryna die tonight
Reborn tomorrow!
444 your sorrows
24 more to borrow
Knowing well as hell I can’t pay it back
Break your back
tryna front
on yourself
Take the facts
With a grain of salt and bottle of agave
Shake the jakes full throttle!
But don’t be afraid to pace the chase
Gotta make it to the boreder (border)
Welcome to America the beautiful
Home to McDonalds and Carls Jr.
System at feudal but it’s food-all
Burger is king
Can I take your order?
Hope you brought your audio / video recorders
You won’t wanna watch this live
You won’t wanna watch this live
You don’t wanna watch this live
Just wait til later
Get reel high
Get reel lit
Then fast4ward / rewind that highlight reel
That’s what the Netflix is 4!
I tried callin
Tech support
They sent the mothafuckin task force
Wanna ask 4 sources to my magic
Take me out tragic
Closed casket!
Settle outta court make me vanish
When I do don’t let the niche collapse
Never wanted to get rich off of rap just enrich the wack
Pick up the slack where the human gods lacked

Crying when reptilians is stealing the shown
You will never know the throne
Crying when reptilians is stealing the show
You will never know the throw
Drop drop the anvil (x4)

Motif II
With It
If it
I need those roots to take hold
I can’t fuck with it if it ain’t got soul

Verse II
I need those roots to take hold
So many holes
We just wanna feel full
Too many people not enough roles
I don’t trust the cops
On patrol
Shot of patron
And them blunts that don’t run
I hold like a wand
I do what I want
Design my own font
I’m an old as savant
Pino Noirleans
That’s word to Raspy
I’m just tryna see more shorelines if you ask me
What i’m finna do when I get this money
Make it purple rain this ain’t Philadelphia
Sunny make you pump brakes burn circles and roll out
Tumbleweed crumblin erb
I pull up then feel out and peel out
I pull up then feel out and peel out
I pull up then feel out and peel out
I just wanna chill out
Gut some cigars
Pour from the bar
If you ride a wave
You can’t ignore the sharks
If you ride a wave
You can’t ignore the sharks

Motif (x3)
Drop Drop the anvil (x2)
Anvil Anvil Anvil
Lanvins in the landfill

Motif (recording)
Hey selector, play Shoobies again, ya know
Hey Mr. DJ, song pon de John-Wayning-Moon?
Track Name: Pendulumber Yard
you sure?

I’m posted
Up at the Railyard
Admiring the art in my peripheral
My G-pen
My pendant
Like Pendulum
Got a lotta friends but I ain’t swayed by no referendums
Or referees
Ends seem to be a low priority
Tryna play Low End Theory
As I’m touring this universe
And all alternates
Striking flint til spark lit
The arc of a hero who fears no villainy
Never-ending stories cut short
Elevator broke and I’m on the ground floor
Pouring it all out
For the homies
But hardly living
Everything my all
Ignoring the grim reaper’s calls
I’m in it for the long haul
Long hall of infinite doors, mostly locked
Everytime a soul swallows its pride it swallows a key
Follow me home
I just gotta make a stop right quick
Writing by myself
Absorbing the environment
But comfortable inside my outlawed, outward quietness
I swear!
I used to be shy
Til I realized there was nothing to hide
My tronfidence defies your
Respect is a necessity
Don’t ask me to explain
my near excessive accessories
Just admire the walking gallery
Gaining power hourly to salary
The future will be mallable
The dope pope coping with having seen too much
Fuck a media that can’t stay in touch
Bad writers
Couple a blogs straight pair-a-sites (parasites)
Sucking hype of artists’ hustle
Don’t know
That’s life
Tryna siphon off our cyphers
Don’t know
That’s our life!

Motif (x2)
Hard to produce but so easy to consume
It’s hard to produce but so easy to consume

Verse II
But yet
They complain
If it’s hard to chew
Got damn!
Who grew you?
Talking like your baby teeth ain’t broke thru
I know you as well as you let me
Always got too many cooks in my soup room
Might hit the stoop to let it breathe
Give it room
Your life to nth degree
My grip on reality
Titan (tighten) like Tennessee
Tron fly high when I drive
You Madden on the bus
Scared of the gravity
Down to Urth
Everytime I take off
I prepare for tragedy
But I expect a smooth sail
Ain’t afraid of another crash
Face death
Just copping new veils
I could give you a heads up
Infinite dimensions though
Might call a few tails
Few sure of their future and in denial of their past
Ooooh many lives ahead
But outta foresight
Everything I write is deliberate
Your heart’s cartographer
Your subconscious biographer
Buy our
Graffiti on the walls of your temple
Your subconscious biographer
Buy our
Graffiti on the walls of your temple

Your subconscious biographer (x3)
Hard to produce but so easy to consume (x5)

Outro (Recording)
I hawk a loogie
Talking to a socks-n-shoes fool
You know, shoobie
Oooh, you must be new to the moon, b
Yeah, well,
Welcome to Trøntønømø Bay
We keep it groovy
Track Name: Cliffhanger
*shallow breaths from the highest point in Trøntønømø Bay*

Spa for the soul
Opera for the cold-
Steve Francis Ford Coppola
Coppin a quop from an unidentified spot
And dippin like guacamola
Silk the Chakra in Nola
This is not Los Angeles
Art studio lit as my custom candles is
Maak Lab
Drippin wax like sap and dabbing wax til I nap
Sip a nightcap at half past noon
Wash down a shroom cap and a stem with a pabst in a can
Clappin my hands for an encore before rehearsal
“Let’s build fam” said the man in the condemned warehouse
Spam in my pan no junk mail
The funk will never fail!
Sever the sail and just float
Nowhere close to the coast
Used to unknow
Now I just wanna post up with my grandfather
And breath the same air while he’s here
‘Cause you can’t inherit missed time
Blissful ignorance of the youth
Estrangement to the later generation that created my hesitation
The first time we met we didn’t speak the same language
Pain and anguish contained in the cage behind bars
I blind stars
Behind the,
You know, really inside the hyperbolic spirit
I argue with the mirror that don’t speak back
retract the statements to the shadows of guilt
Just pilt the lane with no shame I won’t wilt with old age
Built stilts for a house on the hill
And if i fall in the sea
Then so be it’s will

*sounds of Urth as it sheds yesterday’s skin*

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