Adventures in Modern Music.

" I'm a lowkey person n I just want to do linguistics." "Unedited transcripts on CAL." "When writing you should always have the reader in mind."- I do. Without exception, do I the one objective in my hyper/amind: smashing his of hers mind has become conditional upon Instra:menta indefinibiliaes bearing by It's me, the Connoisseurs Label Showcase. Victims themselves of a close encounter constructers become infected, vexed By an alien virus, so alien, so viral Living spaceapes, creatures, covered, smothered in ripe tentacles Stimulating the audio nerve directly You wanna come flex with me Hallucinating senses individually, insiduosly are in any combination, rhymically Shifting gears, focus upon intensity wait, big people a talk nobody try fuck with i-man clarity Mind starts slippin to familiar tracks Bending warping, interfering with the facts Sensory language leaves us with no habit for lying We are hostile aliens, immune from dying Don't Harass me for not behaving correct I only want to slide my arm round your neck Interpretation, electro-chemical stimulation The sensation you feel is entirely real All that we share is our struggle for silence We don't wanna bother with no arms house business, no shooting no violence sensory language twist snake like a limb Flexible, versitile, curious like twins Transparent in the way that it moves With sufficient memory To cut clean through you.. Victims themselves, from a close encounter Desperate abductors, constructors, becoming infected, vexed By an alien virus, so alien, so viral Living spaceapes, creatures, covered, smothered in writhing tentacles Stimulating the audio nerve directly You wanna come flex with me Hallucinating senses individually, insiduosly are in any combination, rhymically Mind starts slippin familar tracks Bending warping, interfering with the facts Sensory language leaves us with no habit for lying We are hostile aliens, immune from dying