Et Sen - Black Lyrics

Let's revisit death
It's implicit in the texts that were scribbled to digest
This mess that we're at best at the behest of some higher order
Tie the cord or fire forward
Explicit with a pistol whip-turns quickly to exquisite symbol
It's simple. This shit ain't simple
But to wither and whimper is not on this menu
Anti-chillin' when I'm soaked in black
Sulk so good when I bask in sad
Dark forecast of thought patterns cast a daunting shadow
But I won't creep with that ho
And I don't need a f*cking thing
From Dr. Feedapill when what I really need is still-ness
Meditation, eating right, exercising, artistizing and f*cking my bitch

Expose the chasm
Approach the phantoms
Oppose your patterns
Alone in bastions
Our coves of inaction
Our role is tragic
Why's it that we can't help but bask in it
Expose the chasm
Approach the phantoms
Oppose your patterns
Alone in bastions
Our coves of inaction
Our role is tragic
Why's it that we can't help but bask in it

Yeah I'm motherf*cking asking it
Yeah I'm convinced that when I die that's that and shit
Had it with
Any motherf*cker that claims
He's got an answer of one half of a fractal of it
Self battling, self medicating
Self mutilating, self adjudicating
Self illuminating
Self obsessive compulsive
Self repulsive, self is dissolving

Expose the chasm
Approach the phantoms
Indulge your passions or just go to ashes
Just go out to pasture
Don't fail to capture
That there may be something beneath the madness
Yeah I've seen on acid
A reason to think that there's unseen perspectives
Hopelessly absent
From all of our babbling
All of our constant impetuous rattling like
I don't wanna live anymore but I gotta
Break the cycles that entice my monkey brain
To crave for dying
Gotta stop acting like a bitch
Light my blunt and go outside
But under surface, I can posit
That the software isn't right

Embrace the black
I don't give a f*ck about the days that passed
All I give a f*ck about's the space I inhabit
The place I am currently at is what matters
And when I am nowhere
My homie I'm nowhere
Thou shalt not ask me not to go there
Exposed, bare
Implode, repair
Get stoned, turn to smoke in air, yeah
Float the soul
And if that shit don't exist, then just lay in a hole
Rot forever
Til the universe reverts to a previous era
Error in the framework
Terror in my brain hurt
Ballad of the wayward
Salad of some lame words
Death is the eraser
And if I had a point, I'd shove the pencil through my face
For shits and giggles
Then drop to floor while the old husk withers and wiggles
Like yeah