Nobody By That Name Lives Here Anymore

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pt 1 - ccampfires to hell with your standards and norms it hails when it storms and there ain't a thing else warm frost forms when the sunset hits like a brick icicle etiquette, frozen and delicate imagine if fire had required a fresh start in the rain I know these sentiments by first names dirt stains but the flames burn clean find whatever lights first and then drown it in gasolene but I can see through the smoke just fine within a city of ember, burning in between the lines you can crumble under your encumbrance or put it down with a rifle barreled spark and bury it beneath the ground round up the tinder and your precious conceptions we all singe down here and keep scars for collections my pet campfire may be known to attack but these boots do walk and I do breathe back to hell with your standards and norms it hails when it storms and there ain't a thing else warm pt 2 - sleeping on the gground Sleeping pills Midnight stills Naked tents Morning chills It's not that I don't deserve this decisions and such were made and anyway I told the truth and fear does not keep me awake that's not to say I sleep so much as I have cherished my mistakes and rub the dust into my shoulders in ornamental display Sleeping pills Midnight stills Naked tents Morning chills It's not that I'm not a fan the star lit sky's adorable but the not so great outdoors differs when every door's unaffordable and the path was likely avoidable but it's trickier to undo and the stories told bring no comfort when the ghost in them is you
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I can’t feel my place but I can feel me not getting there or anywhere at that, I’m more bench warmer than batter more mad hatter than rabbit, except late to every gathering my single land is permatapped with no response from management dammit, I am a stone that only rolls on perfect inclines and only skips on pond surfaces adorned with thin ice a couple bounces written down as wins until it hits right then finally act the way a rock is meant and quickly capsize happens all the time, unlike actually being productive I exceed at needing far too many things to be a constant I’m constructed from a couple cookie crumbles and compulsions y’all reside inside of temples but my body’s an encumbrance minus three to movement speed, stagger stagger crawl through a hundred days and nights and barely feed myself with bar food when all cocooned out, and I try to step up out the commune the silverware’s replaced with teeth marks, consuming all spoons I just want a I just want a I just want a I just want a I just want a I just want a I just want a IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII I just want a I just want a I just want a I just want a I just want a I just want a I just want a B R E A K pain and fatigue every day of the week and it’s hard not to see every break as defeat when the energy peaks at the start of the beat it’s a hell of a feat, every step I complete see I’m a one trick pony slash three legged dog singing songs for what the ledger book’s confirmed must be love what we once called depressive “episodes” have evolved stop this crazy little thing called my mind from revolving another shot for me, barkeep, this mare’s less used to fruitful positions as they are distrustful futures I leave couch space to box personal computers since comfort is elusive, seek it seldom or fewer cause my hamstrings are plucked by evacuation mode and my boss had let go all of my locus of control my commute's a tumble down the shoulder of fury road while my head and knees cuddle in the corner of my throat I just want a I just want a I just want a I just want a I just want a I just want a I just want a IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII I just want a I just want a I just want a I just want a I just want a I just want a I just want a B R E A K I just want a I just want a I just want a I just want a I just want a I just want a I just want a IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII I just want a I just want a I just want a I just want a I just want a I just want a I just want a B R E A K
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//Megabusive// you say jump. I say no. proceed to dig a tunnel, place myself in the hole underground and dangerous, my mind’s like a tiger pit or tiger fodder bathed in lighter fluid and liger spit my environment’s a firing range, apple on your head a variety propriety, no lockers at the desk I don’t think I’m the best, I’m just great at being me beat a bass line to death and fight for the company California coolin’ with my Gs on the east rap music habitat, line mass increase foster the banger, leave no rhyme behind strategize haymakers not by popular design won’t be stopped or tossed aside hit the b side knock made fortified glass perfection reinforced and crystallized Isolated Wax, Megabusive, good times. //F.Virtue// I’m in a pool of bold coffee on a raft of hockey sticks taking sake swigs to wash down stocky limbs of cocky kids with sloppy spit I’m sriracha, leave em scared to bite your mind’s a floppy disk, mine’s a terabyte my job’s what your hobby is, I make a living being aware of life alright, I won’t explain my motives. don’t reveal there’s a bomb till they’re rocked by the explosion my conversations are sugar coated block the intention embedded in what’s spoken #OccupyWallSt, ass bag, Wall St was the architect of the hashtag I don’t give a fuck about you, you don’t give a fuck about me and that there’s true equality //Damn Selene// I believe in magic my bippity bopping boom bap action, I believe, will attest to that I’ve learned to apparate at a finger snap, so asking where I’m at? for clarity’s sake, I’m all over the damn map in fact, I hang with bad hombres and nastier women and they’re all sad to the vertebrae and character driven and I don’t think you mean it, bruh, better phrasing is needed I’m IDDQD all day when facing some demons cause with a couple of well placed avada kedavras my threat level upgrades to actual monster my pile of toe nail clippings eclipses imposters cause they look as authentic as the bullets in Contra both persona non grata and the public favorite it’s only salt piles and tight jeans whenever I say shit I make pipe bombs and love letters for the cynical minded and damnselene.com is where you can find them
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the greatest trick that the devil ever pulled was convincing me I'm not beautiful three syllables we aim to reclaim from the gazes of strangers to make it more personal. and I relate to the pain of the mismatched, whiplashed fashion attained disproportional and the gravest injustice entrusted in us is a quest to remain more dutiful look who’s beautiful it’s your funeral, or a spider’s nest, or the best laid plans for the conjugals with the confidence matched to the standards of assholes tresspassing by the bellyful I can’t help to feel, I can’t help but crack, when the cat on the glass ain’t approachable like I can’t help but ask who’s actually that? and the answer I catch is uncomfortable look who’s beautiful not sure how to prove that you’re beautiful not sure how to prove that I’m beautiful not sure how to prove that we’re not I’m god damn beautiful you’re god damn beautiful we’re god damn beautiful we’re god damn beautiful
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I’m just another social networking class half assed slactivist who acts as if they’re no longer wowed by magic tricks and that’s it. my existence as it’s written is significant to big pictures as a single picture is, but I’m into this call it pretentiousness or leaky ventricles but cowering to screens is not what we were meant to do I’d pass a fist or two across the bobble headed clowns who put the crowds over the cliffs because they’re sponsored by the ground in their azure satin gowns, you’ll often find the devils do dance between the details beneath a matching moonlit hue dude, I don’t believe you, when the influence is bartered for the fattening of your wallet at the expense of all the others it’s a slow crawl to the border, best to be born on the greener side always dream American and steer clear of the firing line kill your friends before they have the chance to pierce the lats a frantic frigid shoulder check on auto, man, what kind of life is that? kill your fucking friends no cancer, no cure, no poison, no remedy dismantling itself is this android’s specialty don’t trust, just crush kill destroy everything resembling the threat of those that hold opposing sentiments we weaponize anxiety like biases were bayonets and one up every westward stab as necessary self defense against the machine, schemes, red teams, or whatever it’s the anger that’s important so the wars last forever and I’mma let you finish but the way you hold indifference like a red badge of service only further shoes your ignorance we’re stone throwers occupying neighborhoods of glass and you wonder why the brats roll to class with a RATATAT attached forward slash dialogue, the sad fact is we’ve sacrificed our futures to the demons of our past a crumb for every child and a stab for every back when you’re defined by what you have all you are is what you lack kill your fucking friends no cancer no cure no poison no remedy dismantling itself is this android’s specialty
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[Damn Selene] You will know me by the trail left of freshly scratched heads, I'm a bow-legged razor with a möbius edge. [Joshua Coberly] With no saving graces, I've been waiting for the Earth to speak, Grounded to a fault, in a catalogue of circuitry [DS] With no certainty to bank on but the Rancor's biting pressure, measure that in intervals befitting of this mighty jester. [JC] I've been fighting lesser demons, twisting scriptures to recited gestures I don't believe in, I hope at the price of being skeptic [DS] Demeanor strictly septic with a heretic's twist and cobwebs betwixt the digits of a derelict fist [JC] Seasons shift... yet I exist outside the sands' constraint, a gifted traveler, lost in the thick of the astral plane [DS] How'd the stains made for petty gains somehow define our purpose? Where our footsteps leave inkblots our shadows then interpret. [JC] Selling shame as the self-proclaimed misnomer of burden, once the merchant-turned-hermit, now history of a blurb reworded There should probably be a hook here There should probably be a hook here There should probably be a hook here We chose this profession so therefore we'd earn beer But there should probably be a hook here There should probably be a hook here There should probably be a hook here Collectible Humans, EVERY YEAR IS OUR YEAR! [JC] Don't fear the overactive degenerate of thought, cramped with bastard demons rationing pillars of salt [DS] Halt production immediately, or precede with the grease to palm action attached to the bleeding scenery beneath the calm [JC] Happy to meet the maker that manufactured my fall, pathological lemming crashes with no manners at all. [DS] Balls to Picasso. Those impossible moments personified in sharp angles dangling over our throats [JC] Appear with a leering omen, clearing the weird remote love revered by peers video droning veneers of sheer devotion [DS] The opening axe is golden with a bolt from the son of Odin. I dash for the blue potions and the heavens unload explosions [JC] Your haven for grand awakenings, backstabbing illusions of grandeur hammering animation of phantom faces and uprooting the dagger [DS] Stagger swagger fall with the averages or raise your class to toast the opposing factions last stand by the hands of black magic AND I’M GHOST! There should probably be a hook here There should probably be a hook here There should probably be a hook here We something something something something something YEAH, BEER! But there should probably be a hook here There should probably be a hook here There should probably be a hook here Collectible Humans, EVERY YEAR IS OUR YEAR!
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[ MessiahCarey ] Ain't no party like a black Bloc Party cuz a black Bloc Party punches Nazis Ooh Ladi Dadi you like the parties we roll down the street with a posse Don't need a weatherman culture war veteran stocked up and accelerants lockpicks and Excedrin… Let 'em in The future is festering Beckoning a reckoning that the opposition yet to bring [ wm ] Yo, not to be that guy but if you're sitting here advocating genocide you can catch a black eye from this black guy and a second if you happen to ask why you should know better and if you think ignorance is an excuse to act ignorant in an era when everyone has the internet you'll find no one believes your cries of innocence [ Johnny Panic ] y'all are awful, i aint lawful good or none of that I'll break your fuckin face and take your wallet out your khaki slacks I'm taking your card or I'm taking your cash kids on the internet'll laugh at your wack ass its better to not step Im thinking your alt trash quit rocking an SS unless you want contact Y'all talk tough then walk away quick how you gonna win a fight if you hide behind pigs [ Soultron HOOK ] ain't no party like a black bloc party cause a black bloc party kills fascists alt right is simply trash, kids here's the group to show you where your ass is ain't no party like a black bloc party cause a black bloc party kills fascists here's the group to show you where your ass is alt right is simply trash, kids [ Bianca Mikahn ] before the birth of my seed it just wasn't me always seeking peace compromise the great degrees kumbaya blessed be now to think that some fuck nut could compromise the safety of my loved ones I'm not the one son I had enough dunn humanist at heart don't be none wont start hope peace I impart but no Feast for these sharks You can catch all of these hands see the thing about hate it expands man got a punch it where it stands [ Big Lo ] don't let your president get you knocked out that snowflake talk'll bring the Ong Bak out say what you say but the fists talk loud old school comic books, ZAP! BOOM! POW! the flyest of inglorious basterds whoop fascists with impeccable fashion all through the awfulest chapters where's Soros with the check? I thought we was actors? [ Damn Selene ] I was born short on middle fingers and knuckles, apparently cause string strumming normies ain’t even using them sparingly arrogantly writing anger off as children with pet peeves same fake allies pinning metal through vest sleeves see the gist that the pacifists are missing is this that it’s an act of resistance that I even exist I’ll ctrl-alt-delete alt-righters with an alt-kiss and lead’em where they can catch more fantastic fists
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Boot Diks 02:07
with the light about as pale as it can be, the devils couple up in a time where panic rooms and infantries refuse to gather dust and the idle hands are cut and mounted to display their scarlet hue it’s no coincidence the carbon footprints are the shape of boots and nobody found it cute the way you’d advocate for evil something something sheeple, right? MAN was already made equal when the paper test is passable and proper grunts are made with the whitest fragile masculinity on full display UH! so come on out and play, once admission price is paid in full just be the standard shape and we’ve got a world that’s made for you all catered to the property and labor owners’ needs though you’re free to live and die for all pre-approved beliefs but nobody found the need for your opinions on existence of the ones that had enough of unsolicited prescriptions with a laser line precision, we’ve defined our own reflections and have now arrived to wipe the slates clean of your impression
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should I? should I require any sort of introduction my name's whatever it needs to be for you to buy something check the clever rhyme structure and complimicated phrasing of the half human half tired cliche half amazing arms steady raised in the day’s celebration of my mastery of confidence as a second language it goes fuck you, play me. I buck dudes daily whether for pay or pro bono misandry, baby I am less of a shooting star, more of a stabbing rock mound with the skin of an armored car, the humid heart of a dark cloud footsteps of the buffalo, flash a smile of vipers in the center of my forehead is the eye of seven tigers something kinda like some sorta cybernetic hybrid neither man nor island, with a history of mileage a mix between Miley Cyrus and King Kong with beard and personality both fluffy and strong so just BUY MY SONG I got my skill points meticulously applied knowing damn well we can’t just live for being alive so try to BUY MY SONG and every dime will go to work, be sure it’s worth it rock the proper productivity to prove that I deserve this? … you’re wrong and you're wrong if you don't think that I am here to crack pavement with a fist each for your pillow talk and blanket statements a long sleep in the making with no kiss goodnight included uprooted from the practice of confusing conversation with movement you’re deluded in your irresponsible lack of fear in monsters while the Doppler reads the hail has come to double jump your progress on the wings of freaking goblins. And only we can stop them, honest and will eternally be grateful for your sustained support, I promise team Cap, just to clarify. hearts hit when the arrows fly more Cupid than Queen but I ain't scared of the sharper sides eye on the prize? no. more like I, on the chopping block am tired of compromise in the confines of a lifeline cropped hop in the damn bandwagon now while the price is low and receive, for a limited time, supplies to aid the overthrow a set of crimson crayolas for when the blood needs to be drawn and I know that we can count on you to contribute to the cause just BUY MY SONG the fucking demons are at the gate and we promise that we’re freeing rhyme and reason or perishing in the conflict so BUY MY SONG break off a piece of your allowance for me to borrow and I promise that I’ll rail against capitalism tomorrow.
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[Damn Selene] it’s the return of unlicensed sad titan prize fight shadow box cutter by night then daylight, chained to the brainwave’s dips and the bumps? same thing when the mind state flips if you don’t mind my fists were made for shaking as things may seem, I’m slowly fading the bad dream team in the halls with blankies requiring more hugs when the going gets cranky the reason I’m here is to shriek at cloud cover from underground to the rooftop, one bound dusting the floorboard scrap up from off my shoulders a goal miner glittering the walls twice over we go through phases like vibrato from full of bullshit to blank and hollow calling all star fighters slash wrong righters whom only crawl out of bed to step to phone booths [Happy Tooth] everything is perfect now take the world and burn it down we're those rappers you heard of got burnt tongues from the word of mouth had a job, got terminated said I should impersonate them the subtle shaping of a person's fate is worse than hatred I wish I had a message but I just have a death wish everything is fine now it almost matches heaven whether my brain hemorrhages or they escort me off the premises. the final line is time is time and everything finishes. [Dug] everyone be cool, we can defeat laws won’t stop, can’t, till it’s raining meatballs put me on the tree frog side of the seesaw middle of the crowd making the sign of the beachball dealt another crushing blow focusing on puppies though face is melting, help me tell myself it’s just a runny nose yo, Janis Joplin in the walkman panic often gotta do it probably all the progress is a lot of movement not congruent type of guy to firefly collect instead of lantern buy I don't reflect the light and yet they all just call me camera shy dashing back to square one pass it by a fair sum till I can find a finish line I can really get behind [hook] everything is fine, right? except when everything reminds me feeling fine is finite [HT] I wanna see the world through virgin eyes. not full of ads for merchandise. diversify and fertilize. try to murder time, and blur lines with lies. [DS] I mean, I kinda tried that but thanks for contributing the pain in my chest is the point that you’re missing it’s annoying at best trying sort through the stress on an eye to eye quest, though despite your conditioning [Dg] thought I saw the light but I got too close for comfort didn't learn a thing and now my wings are all sunburnt you can find me somewhere in between these characters I must have built up higher than I did all the barriers [HT] climbing up something tall cause we love to fall don't wanna be another stereotype, scared to carry a mic, buried alive, wearing a tie, barely defined, swearing I'm fine. [DS] but why god why is the devil still alive, though? and time flies less than it glides on the way down clock wise, street’s smart enough to rise seldom the cell doors held where the pipeline lets out [Dg] I forget my lines but I was on some anti-something party like it's Nineteen minutes till the big destruction running out of metaphors for things I'd rather not discuss if I had things to say you know I probably wouldn't talk this much [DS] my breath is the last of my weaponry left I expect that the next one I draw will be swept across feet of the last seen adept of my enemies let me this gasp, as my last will and testament yes, I am fearful and yes, I am stressed yes, I've been crossed and stakes in their breasts were as high as you'd find my fists ever stretched do not discount my breath, it's my last weapon left [h] everything is fine, right? except when everything reminds me feeling fine is finite
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FEELING IN THE NAME OF FEELING IN THE NAME OF WHETHER DIFFERENT OR THE SAME AIN’T A DAMN THING WE’RE ASHAMED OF WE’RE FEELING IN THE NAME OF a soft plastic brick hastily shaped as a human incapable of loose movement, tethered to the obtuse and tragically used to saluting the bruisers the losers’ half hearted robin hooded hug enthusiast like, who's this vibrating in between the walls? call ‘em chameleon blooded, puddle born kin of a thrall on a karmic debt collection plan of ad nauseam status the last of the flow chieftains, invoking that raw magic then along came arachnids, devils, and dogmatics whose blueprints sketch loopholes to hang us stigmatics you rather lack the tact necessary to bury the truth when daisies push back, the past is coming for you chupacabra with a heart of a kitten and dagger fingertips haphazardly stabbing at the avatars of your ignorance dig a whole that's deep enough that I can climb right into it and a find a better place to hide away from the bro syndicate g-g-g-get into it
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\\\ flags don’t have wings, you gotta bare em with your own arm strength or keep them tucked away at honesty’s expense build a fence around the places where the lightning strikes more than twice bitten and a bit prone to be thunder shy 
 but the rainfall is so alive and rinses out the sky’s true colors whether in between the lines or otherwise I smudge em, not on purpose, but by practical design I mean, sorry but not sorry, only trying to be courteous 
 heteroflexible man hating pansexual we all know what labels do, I’m just trying to reach the best in you leave a message if you can’t get through sometimes it’s only empty space that separates, and that’ll do. 
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 far from shatter proof, doesn’t take too much like when my morning after lover had no time for me by lunch a single tear and such, but no ledger book was found I’m not a creature of entitlement, just feeling things out loud 
 when the ground shook beneath and the clouds cried on top of me the wind whispered “run” but my legs responded awkwardly these boots weren’t made for walking, but I definitely showed them how two fists against a sea of those just trying not to drown too 
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 but the rainfall is so alive, mind the thirst you lack we have deserts built on purpose within oceans to remind you that a flame inside extinguished by the flood of setbacks’ hurts but the torrent brought abrasion reveals diamonds in the dirt 
 the lines drawn are curved, crooked, razor sharp and venom laced while the pencil geeks behind them will remind you how a curb can taste but please don’t let these self appointed gum shoes make you face a reality that doesn’t even exist in the first place 
 I’d trade all of my birthdays to close this distance to suture my self interest with fine precision instruments my access seems limited but I’m sure it’s just my mindset think happy thoughts or something and be grateful for the time spent 
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 see we all tried dancing through the storm one time too many sand drawn lines were washed away by lies falsified day by night light, we kept the rain outside but still can’t manage to stay dry 
 we were all dragged under by the friendliest tides and were reminded of murkier waters where teeth lie falsified land by sea craft, we kept the waves outside but still can’t manage to stay dry 
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 but the rainfall is so alive, why can’t you see it clearly? now I’m fearing blurring lines that I can’t report to leadership this little eye of mine spies for enemies that don’t exist I argue over which is which and hope nobody notices 
 my throat was made for closing, except opposite I swear just every breath I still expect salt water in the air and I’m prepared for the drought now but still not the rain not complaining but there’s better ways to long for sunny days 
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 now what’s wrong with you? why can’t you see it clearly? (that one sore tooth in the furthest corner of my mouth is of prime interest as my more comfortable side gently tongues it but tomorrow my left knee may ache and my right hand just might save its life)
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 flags don’t have wings, you gotta bare em with your own arm strength or keep them tucked away at honesty’s expense build a fence around the places where the lightning strikes more than twice bitten and a bit prone to be thunder shy 

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I know that you’ve been avoiding taking responsibility for my choices if you've got a problem, just voice it I've got mouths to feed and holes to moisten poison in the veins of the chose n one sitting underneath of a frozen sun when you cut your teeth on my bone, its no wonder you're never going to touch your home soil again living in turmoil and sin spend an eternity toiling endlessly spin your absurdities inside a centrifuge extract the liquid, inject it in you … what a rush! eye to the sky till the sun combusts all I ever wanted was someone to hug tightly while my grave gets dug. Can you dig it? Under the gun, above the shovel under my tongue is a puzzle there are no subtleties within the jungle its chew or be swallowed, you chug or be guzzled in love with an entity I can't define with an injury as deep as mine its only a matter of time before I go the way of the dinosaur they call me the waiter because I'm always waiting, baby not because I'm a waiter i never have to wonder "whats clever" when I'm up under forever I've got their tongue in my head, it just severs i feel them eating out my dreams reading how to be JUST LIKE ME I tried to warn them I tried to point them whence they came the shit remained since things ain't been the same rendering every interaction strained well consider it as awkward, strange I hope you're prepared for detention in my brain a boobie trap for every pleasure that I have abstained a losing game historically, with not a dragon slain it was a figment to begin with its hard to follow when your perspective is doing mctwists burned out and pissed at my own invention converting every residence i visit to a pigpen give me the definition of an instant for instance, I'm known to give it up with no resistance and though I have attempted to preempt it I find that my foresight could use a prescription for the sake of fecundity i shun the sun and unplug the tv I find myself wondering… "what could they be doing?" "what's taking them so long?!" they call me the waiter because I'm always waiting, baby not because I'm a waiter credits
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LET TODAY BE THE DAY YOU LOVE THE WORLD IN ALL CAPS SIEZE THE CHEESEBURGER AND HOLD IT WITH BOTH HANDS BELIEVE THAT EVEN NECK FIRST, HANGING ON IS IN FACT MORE THAN A STRESS TACTIC, IT’S PRACTICALLY ALL THAT WE HAVE YOU WOULD LIKE YOU WHEN YOU’RE HAPPY, SATISFIED AND ALL THAT SOMEONE YOUR FUTURE SELF WOULD BE PROUD TO CALL THEIR PAST THE LAST NAIL BITER, LIGHTING THE SKY WITH THE BLAST OF A SUNRISE ON REPEAT IN PERPETUAL BROADCAST EVEN SANS BANNER, YOU CAN HANDLE THIS, NO CRAP JUST BELIEVE IN THE LEAP AND THE CANYON BECOMES A PATH SEE, THE MOVING OF MOUNTAINS DOESN’T REQUIRE MUCH MATH JUST A THUNDER CLAP RESERVED FOR THE JERKS THAT SWORE YOU CAN’T I THINK I CAN, I THINK I CAN, DAG NABBIT, I AM I AM SUCCESS PERSONIFIED, PART GOLD WITH A HUMAN HALF AND GOSH DARNIT THE FUTURE WAS TATTOOED ON MY GRASP THE MOST SAVAGE OF THE SNAPDRAGONS IN THE GARBAGE PATCH I AM ALIVE AND BREATHING AND THAT’S ALL I NEED TO BELIEVE IN MAGIC ACT LIKE EVERY LION IN THE DISTANCE IS A FLAG AND THEIR ROARING IS A CHEER TO CELEBRATE ME AS I PASS DEAD LAST IS FIRST PLACE WITH A BENCH GLUED TO THE ASS AND THE DENSITY OF A TEAR DROP TO A BEAD OF SWEAT IS A LAUGH WHAT’S MY SUGGESTION, YOU ASK? I THINK I CAN, I THINK I CAN, DAG NABBIT, I AM CAT POSTER HULK SMASH WHEN LIFE HANDS YOU LEMONS, SEND EM BACK FOR LIMES FOR THAT MOUNTAIN OF MISTAKES SAYS HOW GREAT WE ARE AT TRYING THERE’S NO DYING IN BASEBALL, LACE UP FOR EVASIVE ACTION THERE’S A BATTALION OF GOALS ON THE HORIZON IN NEED OF SMASHING YOU ARE THE SPECIALEST EX MONSTER TO EVER TO SAVE A STONE ONLY CAPABLE OF GREATNESS, YOU ARE SACRED, YOU ARE HOME LET IT GO. LET IT GO. OH. AND NEVER GIVE UP THE SATISFACTION OF LOOKING DOWN ON YOUR ACTIONS THERE’S A BATTALION OF GOALS ON THE HORIZON IN NEED OF SMASHING I AM THE ANTITHESIS OF THE DEMONS THAT HOLD ME BACK AND FOR PETE’S SAKE QUIT LETTING THEM SPEAK ON MY BEHALF A JOURNEY OF A THOUSAND MILES STARTS WITH ONE BAD ADAGE AND ENDS WITH A HELL OF A LOT MORE THAN I THOUGHT I’D MANAGE I AM GRAVITATING TOWARD THE SUN WITH BETTER WINGS THAN WAX AND A GAMMA RADIATED HEART THAT’LL BEAT YOU WHERE YOU STAND WITH A BRUTAL LOVE UNMATCHED, BUT ONLY IF YOU ASK CLOSED MOUTHS ARE ONLY FED THE SWALLOWED TONGUE ON WHICH THEY GAG WHAT’S MY SUGGESTION, YOU ASK? CAT POSTER HULK SMASH
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about

I don't know who you're talking about. Nobody by that name lives here anymore...

My name is Selene, my pronouns are they/them, and I'm really fucking good at rapping.

damnselene.com

credits

released January 23, 2020

All vocals by Selene except where noted

All meals provided by Selene

Glamour Shots Fired, Kill Your Friends, Black Bloc Party, Boot Diks, Fine Lines, Feeling In The Name Of, The Waiter, and Sostenido De Dios also produced by Selene

Ghost Stories produced by Jacob Earl
The Other Chronic produced by Ardamus
B A M F ! and iQueue produced by Stu Smith
BUY SOMETHING produced by Robo Rob
Cascadence produced by Khail
#CATPOSTERHULKSMASH produced by Joe Schaefer

The Waiter originally by Snailmate

Additional keys and synth bass on The Other Chronic by Klopfenpop
Guitar and bass Kaossilator on Snacks with Jerkface by Chromadrift
Saxophone on Snacks with Jerkface by SaxWizard
Guitar on Feeling In The Name Of by Mr. Buell

Kaossilator leads on Kill Your Friends, Black Bloc Party, Boot Diks,and BUY SOMETHING by Selene
Software cuts on iQueue, Boot Diks, and BUY SOMETHING by Selene
Bass on B A M F ! by Selene

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Damn Selene Denver, Colorado

Bleeper of bloops.
Rapper of raps.

Helephine extradialer.

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Will absolutely fuck your dad.

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