Modern Times

(album: L'appel Du Vide - 2021)

Abysses in the bathroom the rotten petals are lingering
Kitchen split in half I saw the netherworld reach to me
Your gods the devil, the devil's god it's vis-à-vis
They're demagogues an epilogue of deities
DMT environment like a TV screen
It's imminent I'm in a net like string theory
My DNA got seedy seeds I see deceit
The THC put me at ease in peonies
Pulling out my holy vows so in doubt sullen now
Skull without a spoken sound, sew my mouth so devout
Wolves howl at eroded house, blow it down smoke an ounce
Buried clones in baritones, I know because I note it down
No one out only ghosts and owls in the this lonely town
I never understood what was left to meet the flood
They sell a hundred evils leave the dead to feed the young
Your hell is other people and that heaven reeks of blood

I take a tab to melt the vision like television
Her self-incisions sing beautifully but they never listen
A shellfish living inside a cell of a selfish prison
It's cell division to shed your skin til it's elegant
An opulent copperhead bomb til I'm Oppenheimer
Stars look like columbines in the stark of the darkest skies
Darker than ostrich eyes it is art for the ostracized
Ossify my carcass as a mark of the Modern Times
A fossilized abyss like the tarpits that I saw
I still smell the scents on the carpets that you walked
Sad aromas that followed me back to California
Til your eyes look like the targets that I draw
I stand adorned with a crown of thorns lost my wings so I sprouted horns
We fall asleep to the sounds of war, I'm Salvador
Painting pain on flowers why's the rain taste so metallic?
These aphids in the attic made me change into a masterpiece

But they don't hear me though
But they don't hear me though
But they don't hear me though