Stereo –
Stereo, stereo –
It sounds so fresh I’ll say it once and repeat –

Stereo –
Stereo, stereo –

A speculative past future dystopian, a structure
From cardboard a gaze of a temple in ruins,
A blueprint of a nostalgia battered remnants
Of a bridge barren once golden
A monument to a world lost under a smog of
Half-memories
Like how nightclubs in daylight look sad, out of
Place, and show their age
The ugliness that attracts lack the ability to discern
Lethal forage lethal quantities of toxic
Choke 2 death on trash tragic –
Bird carcasses w/ stomachs full of plastic
The void is filled w/ an unwanted visitor and
In order for it to go away something fundamental
Must change sleeping disturbed in sleep
No longer safe or comfortable
An ominous overcast by a terror whose
Features are amputated in shadow
Afraid, a leopard leaped from the space
Of introspection a scale difficult to gauge
Captivated by the hideous and twisted
Leaving reality to reach until it makes sense
Missing between the ground and the sky

I’m a Windmill – Cancer Survivor
I’m a Windmill – Cancer Survivor
I’m a Windmill – Cancer Survivor
I’m a Windmill – Cancer Survivor

A distorted landscape w/ the appearance of a city
On a cloud in the distance along an alteration
To a horizon line beyond what exists unfolds
A new narrative kills you clever
White phosphorous munitions incendiary
Properties inhaling the smoke –
Made use of offensive effectively
A tradition of eloquence communicate as
The drums commence –
Poet no peer primero a technique via
Written text intermingled letters like sex
Allow me to elaborate w/ eloquence
Words speak us
Yo, BEANS snapped on this beat
It’s a snack to a beast
Wounds are too fresh and much too painful
To forget
You artless into an artform
Don’t need a keen eye for details to spot
The flaws a monster constructed of flaws
His flaws had flaws
Given a little – thinks it’s a lot because
He never had shit
Faith is for mortals – a god has himself
To believe in as of this writing –
The usual typical expected
The faulty fallacy of normalcy is not ME
Stroke victims often said to have strong
Smells scent sensations the air smelt
Of almonds also sharper acute hearing
When the windmill cancer sets in –
That increases everything exacerbated
My hearing all I’m hearing is Jackhammers
Sudden increases in hearing when I’m near
Loud noises

(I’m annoyed – You’re all noise) (3x)

I’m a Windmill Cancer Survivor (2x)

Inhale – turn the key and shut the garage door –
Claims you crossed over divinity –
Dead from the ashes and nothing risen –
Religion is the oldest weapon of mass
Destruction –
You deny your Messiah? – the real from the replica
No love? You on some weird drugs –
It ends with eyes gazing over your corpse
No comparison, you were a MOUSE to me –
God shrouded your eyes in darkness
To deny you my light once more