Dizzy Eyes
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•15 Jul 2019
So, didn't use my microphone for this bc it is missing but here it is in all its rotton glory. yes it is definitely deadly so sad how i despise all human kind despite the fact that design says its so similar to mine wipe the lives that defied science i guess you can describe the mighty genus is highly disruptive dysfunctional and lacks just-ice truth is loosers are futile foggy fugue states fumbling my way back to safety what the fuck the whipers even saying? soon to decay it dont look too good as of late but hey hey lady its okay luckily you can summon some uncomfortable flutters in your stomach couple inches in destruction is punishable by bloodshed or by the suction of your souls oh no left to learn decisiveness on my own digested through Dizzy eyes they dim the psychee I like the insight mind the cypher its likely you wouldn't mind Blind spots But ,they tend to hide me Hi hi hi it's me in all my rotten glory Psychonaut I watch him pay his Homage daily Freshly farmed knowledge I was taught that honesty is Nonstick Swallow all of it from the top of this Precipice pressin solfly on my Walking stick which is filled to the brim with philosophies , obvious passing by like toxic ships in the night Talking shit til I took that jaw and rocked it Now they call me the night wind juggler One whisp mother love1 jonesin Junked out in a southern club Wrap it in fabric wait for reaction nab a chunk Of its own functioning the shutter's fun but it don't mean a thing It's just upkeep, I know it's ugly, just a vice that seems to keep me going. mud and muck squished Cigar butts Fresh blood Snow boots dry in the Dimming sun Bitterly it bit the pine trees Dream catchers and dirty letters Crafted from frozen fingers lonely left to weather Shredded clothing Empty beer No bodies To be Though the shoddy frames remain and I relate to y'all with godlyness from my innards Ive got to get out of here. From where I have come from to where do I go... What am I?
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This is wickedly ill and the beat and melody go perfect with the vocals! Awesome job gorgeous!
@bowedbranches did you know the Cellphone has the best microphon after that its Professionall mic but ya are cellphones are dope Af for recording
So, didn't use my microphone for this bc it is missing but here it is in all its rotton glory. yes it is definitely deadly so sad how i despise all human kind despite the fact that design says its so similar to mine wipe the lives defied science i guess you can describe the mighty genus highly disruptive dysfunctional truth is these loosersare futile foggy fugue states fumbling my way back to safety what the fuck the whipers might be saying soon to decay it dont look too good as of late but its okay lady luckily summon some uncomfortable flutters in your stomach couple inches in destruction is to be punished by bloodshed or by the suction of souls oh no left to learn decisiveness on my own digested through Dizzy eyes dim the psychee I like the insight mind the cypher its likely wouldn't mind Blind spots But ,they tend to hide me Hi it's me in all my rotten glory Psychonaut watchin his Homage daily Freshly farmed knowledge I was taught that honesty is Nonstick Swallow all of it from the top of this Precipice pressin solfly on my Walking stick which is filled to the brim with philosophies , obvious passing by like toxic ships in the night Talking shit til I took that jaw and rocked it Now they call me the night wind juggler One whisp mother love1 jonesin Junked out in a southern club Wrap it in fabric wait for reaction nab a chunk Of its own functioning the shutter's fun but it don't mean a thing It's just upkeep, I know it's ugly, just a vice that somehow keeps you going. mud and muck squished Cigar butts Fresh blood Snow boots dry in the Dimming sun Bitterly it bit the pine trees Dream catchers and dirty letters Crafted from frozen fingers lonely left to weather Shredded clothing Empty beer No bodies To be Though the shoddy frames remain and I relate to y'all with godlyness An eye full of souvenirs suddenly pulses from my innards Ive got to get out of here. From where I have come from to where do I go... What am I?
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