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Guts
01:18
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I wanna spill my guts out on the page.
You’re laughing and you tell me, “better act” my “age”.
I wanna spill my brains out on the pave.
Just to show you all the feelings that I thought today.
You're laughing and I'm hiding my ugly face.
I wanna spill my guts out on the page, so you can laugh at all the things that I had to say.
I gotta spill my thoughts out on the page.
So I can I can laugh at myself and throw it all away.
I wanna spill my guts out on the page. I wanna spill my guts out on the page.
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2. |
King Slayer
02:48
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I’m in the zone. I’m alone with a torch and I’m gonna burn down your throne, and I won’t stop lighting it up until your motherfucking mind is blown. You better pick up a bus pass. Nobody will ride for free. If you put a crown over your head, they’re gonna tell you to hide from me.
Down with the King. Snatch his crown. Dump his bones in the lost and Found. Put him in your thoughts. Put him in a prayer. No throne is safe from the cold king slayer.
I’m in a bad mood and I’ll go back soon, to being number one to three, and I won’t stop punching a face until they get the fuck away from me. They better pick up a phone and google who the fuck is running this bitch. If you get fucked, hit up the clinic. That ass better get an extra stitch.
Down with the King. Snatch his crown. Dump his bones in the lost and Found. Put him in your thoughts. Put him in a prayer. No throne is safe from the cold king slayer. Slay the king. Take his life; his neck under the knife. Slay the king. Make him pay. I’m here to wreck your day.
It’s not a test, cuz’ I’m one of the best on the planet you better bet your life. If you think I’m ever taking a step back, you better fuckin learn to think twice. You gotta gimme the credit. I say it and I do whatever I please. If you think you’re the king, I’m cutting the legs off that theory at the knees.
Down with the King. Snatch his crown. Dump his bones in the lost and Found. Put him in your thoughts. Put him in a prayer. No throne is safe from the cold king slayer.
I’m in the back with a mode of attack; the reason we don’t ever get nice things. And I won’t stop chapping up lips, making them lick these slick dick rings. You better get out the duck face, like you’re a fuck faced white trash. Cuz motherfucker I’m a roll up a cuff, and throw a knuckle sandwich at that ass.
Down with the King. Snatch his crown. Dump his bones in the lost and Found. Put him in your thoughts. Put him in a prayer. No throne is safe from the cold king slayer. Slay the king. Take his life; his neck under the knife. Slay the king. Make him pay. I’m here to wreck your day.
Down With The King.
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I, You; We Are
02:28
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I am the face I froze in the mirror. You are the face of incredible odds. I’m at the face of palpable fear. We are the puppets of pawns and Gods. I am the notary public of hate. You are the sands of space and time. We are the fumbling hands of fate. We are the warping of minds in the state of our prime.
I am you, we are us. Trust Me. You are me in my lust. It must be that we are truth when you’re gone. Stay Away. I am the dusk until the dawn, and I fade away.
I am the fiscal revision of funds. You are the ticket I use to encroach. We are the reckless intention of guns in hands of those we endanger to poach. I am opressing the slightest confession. You are the artist of fear in my heart. We meet in secret: a formal congression. We are the hardest to keep in the dark.
I am you, we are us. Trust Me. You are me in my lust. It must be that we are truth when you’re gone. Stay Away. I am the dusk until the dawn, and I fade away. We fall so far. I, you; we are.
I am the flash of lighting that you eyes reflect. You are the thunder that rumbles the earth. We are the last of sighting any kind of respect. We move asunder and channel rebirth. I vandalize the lies that they etch in the table. You are the vice contorting the form. At no surprise I size every legend and fable. Be the device creating the storm.
I am you, we are us. Trust Me. You are me in my lust. It must be that we are truth when you’re gone. Stay Away. I am the dusk until the dawn, and I fade away. We fall so far. I, you; we are.
I am the, you are, we are the “they”; and we know that we are “we” in the way.
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Just Another Day
02:57
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You know that I’m the devil. You know that I’m a cheat. You know that I’m a rebel, cuz I’m way to cheap to be discrete. You know that I’m a liar. You see through my disguise. You know that I’m for hire, cuz I’m the best of the evil that your money buys. I know that you’re a sucker. You’re a soul that I can eat. We know life’s a mother fucker. The reaper comes to cleave beneath the clean sheets. I know that you’re a goner, but the way you paint your ways. We all know you got no honor, and bet you’re coming to me when you end your days.
Just another day. Another run away. You gotta live your life at the pace I take away. Another day to live another way. You gotta live your life in a cage to be a name on the page.
I know you got a problem by the way you grit your teeth, and I know just how to solve em’, and I can’t be beat to see defeat. I know you got an issue, with the way I play the game. So go home and get a tissue, cuz if you’re asking me you don’t fit the fame. I know that you’re a coward by the way you see defeat. We know I’m the higher power, the way you beg and you plea to get the gate key. You’re not the one to take it. You’re too lazy in your ways. I know you’ll never make it, but you can burn in the flames when you end your days.
Just another day. Another run away. You gotta live your life at the pace I take away. Another day to live another way. You gotta live your life in a cage to be a name on the page.
It’s just another day. You gotta say goodbye. You better realize that we all die so don’t try to run away. You gotta try to see, that when you gotta pay the price you know you gotta pay it to me.
You sold your soul.
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Break
02:46
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Hidden by the silence of everything that you are. Underneath the stars. Caged by the bars. Holding back a beast with modesty can be vain. Open up your brain. Make a little pain. Hurt by the words, the first evil had burst. Quench a little thirst. Bring about the worst. Hit em with a bit of that violent side. Parasites die inside. Dying as I digitize. Cybernetic cyanide. You got to get to the bottom of why you run away. I bet you cry in your pillow and don’t know what to say. Look at your face in the mirror coming off at the bone. You either cry out in terror or cuz you’ll die alone.
Hiding the face you wear like it’s your jewelry, a liar and a thief in the night, hiding your foolery. I am the syphoning essence of life and death, and I can uncover every lie in your fucking breath.
Break away. You’ve got to Break away.
Hidden by the silence of waiting for higher being. Nothing you are heeding. Never truly seeing. Opening your mind, you let out all of the lies. Words I despise. Spiritual lies. Hiding every secret you keep in a jar of bees. Scratching at the fleas. Dirty up your knees. Slave to the splintering pew on which you would kneel. Everything you feel. None of it is real. You need to rip through the chrysalis and get to the end. Deny the light in the tunnel and lose your only friend. Look at your face in the river and start a new obsession. Your vanity’s a reflection of internal possession.
Hiding the face you wear like it’s your jewelry, a liar and a thief in the night, hiding your foolery. I am the syphoning essence of life and death, and I can uncover every lie in your fucking breath.
Break away. You’ve got to Break away. Hidden by the effort of everything you could try. Now you’re in the sky. Never ask why. Break away. You’ve got to Break away. Break ties. Break lies.
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Error From The Deep
01:51
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surrounded
darkness
in the depths of my own thought
it reminds me of the phoenix era
out of the depths
but in reverse
the clock ticking
I cant hear it
but I know it's moving
taunting
its laughing at me
mocked by time
trying to cacth a breath
but I cant breath
too many thoughts
too many thoughts
too many thoughts
so many thoughts
I just need a break
I need them to stop
my anxiety is killing me
I cant get out the door
so much stress
too many what if's
too much why
none of it matters
none of it matters.
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Under The Stairs
03:11
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There’s someone inside of my mind that I am trying to confide in. Loose at the screw and obtuse. I am Poseidon, for drowning in revolution truth beneath the waves. My brain leaking out in the avenue with the strays. I left a mess best kept beneath the stress, but you ingest the guts that I flex the best. And it’s a part of you, I can feel you feeling it change. When it rains, it pours evil that leaves stains. Punch drunk, a skeleton hammers at my face; sick of being locked in a closet with all of my disgrace. They’re out to get you. Demons of the past unite under the banner of bringing me to my last rite. Put up a fight in the fright house. I can’t escape. Liken the fight to a lycan. Luna ripened his fate. Bludgeon the sight of the hyper-riteous. Eiffel in height. Feed up the blight in my brain and become the bleak of night.
Under the stairs. Over the ground. Between the eyes. Inside the sound. Under the stairs. Over the ground. Between my lies. Drowning and bound.
There’s something inside of my mind that I am tryna’ confess. It’s evil and I need to just get it off of my chest. I’m possessed by everything that can decay. I know that if only a couple of more tries can show me the way, I’ll be set. The Devil I bet. Gamble a soul. I regret. The mandible met, draining me whole. Understand this isn’t a test, it’s a session of pain. Confessed ugliest thought of disdain. There’s someone inside of my mind that’s living under the stairs. It feeds on my envy and fucks with my fairs. It’s a parasite eating and shitting my spirit out. Near to the fear and doubt, never be there to hear me out. Locked away I’m inside of my cage like a stray. A feral dog in my ways set up to fail today. But I digress. Stress is a bitch and it shows, and my throat will open and empty on my clothes.
Under the stairs. Over the ground. Between the eyes. Inside the sound. Under the stairs. Over the ground. Between my lies. Drowning and bound.
There’s someone under the stairs. The cellar feeds on bodies so automatic. There’s evil up in the attic. The rats panic and scratch to get their teeth at it.
Under the stairs. Over the ground. Between the eyes. Inside the sound. Under the stairs. Over the ground. Between my lies. Drowning and bound.
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8. |
Police State
03:34
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He’s got a gun. He says that we all gotta go. Decisions are clouding me. They got their guns, they’re telling us to get on the ground. They told me don’t make a sound.
You’re looking at a cat that’ll do what the fuck he wants. I’m sick of obeying laws made up by a bunch of cunts. I’m more than above it. I’m a child of the dirt republic, filled up with the love above me, and something says that you’d love it; being this free. Disinterment. Synergy. Industry. Digging up in the dirt. Swimming up in the stream. Never could fight the current, I blur it between the lines. Catapult everything that I do into you and I. Setting you free. Hear the truth in my voice. Quit thinking everything they put in your mind, you have your own choice. Your own words to say what you’re sick and tired of. Inspired to cut the line and wire we are above. Look up at the sky, we brought a gun to a drone fight; out-numbered and out flanked, a clone might openly strike. Only blue is right so turn the page. They try to make is about race, and not the cage.
We got our guns we’re never just gonna give them up. Don’t you try to take it from me. We are the ones you’ll never be on the side above. You got to get on the ground.
They wanna see me die. They wanna take my voice away. They wanna blind my eyes. They want us living in a cold, hard police state.
You’re looking at a cat that’ll say whatever I feel. I’m sick of social division. The media isn’t real. I can see they want it to break and avoid a debate, blame it on race to initiate a police state. Holding us back, then use it to incite an attack. Blame it on black, make us hate each other. Whip all our backs. They got a spot in the diff’ between me and you. So we don’t notice that neither of us are wearing blue.
We got our guns we’re never just gonna give them up. Don’t you try to take it from me. We are the ones you’ll never be on the side above. You got to get on the ground.
They wanna see me die. They wanna take my voice away. They wanna blind my eyes. They want us living in a cold, hard police state.
I’m gonna say what I need to say. Don’t wanna live in a police state. I got to live. I can’t breathe. Without my guns, we can’t leave.
You’re looking at a citizen of the Earth, I bleed red; and what you think is a shady thought in a shallow head.
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9. |
The Last Fuck
03:07
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I’m just river rat, wearing a flak-jacket for the attack. Born to be the holder of weighted blades up in my back. Shoulder to strap, I carry all that and many hats. They know me as Steve Weatherbie, not the guy that raps. Blue collar audio throttle-ist, no hobbyist. I’m in a shell like a nautilus, no lobbyist. I’m broke as fuck but I never owe anybody shit. I skipped working with assholes, we don’t mix. I’m from a city of pricks, stones, and many sticks. My broken bones I mended alone for the trip. Made me a home in Grand Raggedy with a fifth of this whisky hittin’ me up in the 616. I’m out the gate like a greyhound in the Mitten State. Pick up your plate. I’m here to feed. Aint here to take. I’m Crossworm. I’m not a snake. I’m never fake. A river rat and you know that makes me hater bait.
The last fuck that I gave went bad. It’s in the trash with an age-old fad. When this art form seeps from my pores. Know the last fuck that I have aint yours.
Another immigrant chasing a dream, but what I mean is your asleep. I awoke to create the lead team. Three main feats that keep me showing teeth: 1 – I’m a beast. 2 – my ethic is “feast”. 3 – I don’t need belief. The facts laid out the hand I was dealt. Without wealth or any kind of help, I gotta earn the belt. And if I need I’ll berate it this aint me tryna take it. I’m on a journey that never ends, you can’t take it.
The last fuck that I gave went bad. It’s in the trash with an age-old fad. When this art form seeps from my pores. Know the last fuck that I have aint yours.
A river rat. I’m on the map, and I’m back. I get the feeling I’m exactly where it’s at. A river rat. I’m on the map, and I’m back. They come to me when they wanna be on the right track.
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10. |
Glory
03:30
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Fight.
Ready tonight. Defeating the past. Live for the fight. Cripple the mass. Break the face of everything in the lies. Perpetual arrogant eyes. Throwing away the law to the wind. A warrior cast, born to the sin. Rebellion bred in the pedigree, to crush the bones of an enemy.
For the glory I hold you down. In my story they die and drown. So raise a cup for me, and all that I’ll be. For the glory I’ll smash their crown.
Trample the bodies of enemies in a rush. Temper the blade in a sudden gush. Adrenalyn in you is not enough. The blood and the sinew is not a bluff, and when I continue to be a man I’ll make you a part of a higher plan. I lead as a heathen and we collide. And this is the part when they all die.
For the glory I hold you down. In my story they die and drown. So raise a cup for me, and all that I’ll be. For the glory I’ll smash their crown.
Leading a force. Cutting the cord. No remorse. Die by the sword. See what you hear, subduing the fear. Kill everything. Be opposed to a tear. Stab at the ribs, spilling the blood. Hack at their feet. Dead in the mud. Put to the pain. Keep it in check. Strike at the brain. Sever the neck.
For the glory I hold you down. In my story they die and drown. So raise a cup for me, and all that I’ll be. For the glory I’ll smash their crown.
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Crossworm Grand Rapids, Michigan
Crossworm is a heathen anti-pop artist.
"Crossworm is almost annoyingly talented. Musician, artist,
poet, and essayist, he’s seemingly a potential threat in almost any artistic medium you drop him into.
Crossworm’s music is a strong mix of violent imagery, anthemic chorus’s, introspection and societal critique told from the voice of the proletariat."
-Ryan Nehring,
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