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SATURN DEATH CULT

by Social Anxiety

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Compassion Club Aggressive, different, and captivating at the same time. Dispell your preconceived notions about what music should sound like. Open your mind. If you don't have access to acid, this is on the list of next best things to it. This is a must buy if you are an open minded lover of music. Social Anxiety is a constantly evolving, experimental individual with a wide range of tastes and a plethora of topics. I recommend listening to the rest of his catalogue as well. Favorite track: BRAIN DAEDALUS.
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We gave scraps to the patsy’s, junk to the bad seeds Funk to the jazz scene, punk to the upheave Gave my heart to a sad scene of down kings Drowning out the silence with a chemical cleanse Johnnie Walker mends, china white ends Acid kills the belief in pretend Marijuana lends a helping hand Dear god, we’ve got a psychonaut on our hands Suburban angst on psychotropics Try to hate but you admire my focus Oh shit I keep dropping dope shit Stealing fire like Prometheus The truth of the matter is I’m not bogus An act of god like a swarm of locusts Take girls out just to fuck the hostess Stepping stones to remind I’m broken Out of my mind, the prognosis Is I’m dead to your diagnosis Yes the victim of a psychosis Don’t need to tell me twice, I know it Got a winning hand, don’t need to show it High in demand, strange devotion Never hold back, fuck their motives Never give in, fuck their notions Got a self-induced rhythmic tick That provokes me to rap like this An army of synthesized theme music A long, hard road to artificial bliss My life’s a collection of chin music Satisfaction remains elusive The older I get, the more I like seclusion Social anxiety made me reclusive And that’s what I get for my delusions A bottle of Jack’s and a star on the map I’m a savage, no way around that So this might be the last shot I ever get To display affection for the art of death To ingrain direction into each last breath To supplant transgressions too complex For the mind of man to comprehend I’m not perfect but I know I’m worth it Fuck everyone who thinks that I’m worthless I’m not perfect but I know I’ve earned this Fuck everyone who thinks I don’t deserve it I’m an artist who provides a service The soundtrack to discovering purpose There’s more to you, of that I’m certain You’re not the only one this world is versus You’re not the only one who’s always hurting Cuz death and I are always flirting And we’ll keep it up till she calls curtains I’m less of a lover, more like a servant But life’s the one who’s been observant And the love she displays is so fervent But our relationship’s subversive So the entire world looks to pervert it
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K.T.P. 04:43
Who the fuck are you? What the fuck can you do? Curbstomped passion out of misled habits Till the kids in the crowd dubbed me silly rabbit Gave up magic to be a savage Chasin' dreams the way junkies chase dragons I’m holy, controlling, yet you think you really know me My soul bleeds, it shows me you can never really slow me If all the world’s a stage I’m a Tony award winner In a play about selling god to sinners I’m a rat in a cage eating the cat for dinner Rehab taught me that drugs aren’t for quitters I’m an acid trip away from a mental ward I’m an asshole in ways that you can’t ignore Won commendations from these mental wars Cuz I had the nerve to use my pen like a sword Fucked up on the drugs my parents abhor ‘Till a syllable count seemed like a high score Fuck a county bed, rather sleep on the floor Freelance romantic and full time whore I’ve been wearing down my vocal cords While people I know make it onto Forbes Finally know what I’m looking for And it ain’t a fucking Grammy award Finally know what I’m leaning towards A no gods, no masters kind of discourse Finally know where I’m headed for A revolution is brewing just above these chords Finally see what I’m good for Mobilizing you into a force Finally see what I’m working for Much closer in reach than ever before [x16] Who the fuck are you? What the fuck can you do? If you want change, then be it All you do is talk but can’t see that If you want things to be okay Then you have to set the present tense If you want the paradigm to shift Then you might have to kill the precedent If you want to stand taller You should stand on the backs of giants If you want to live freely Refuse to be compliant If you want to hit deeply Stab with defiance If you want it completely You have to build an alliance Wondered why they treat us like pawns in excess suppliance But I’ve come to realize We’re all the cogs in this appliance So if we set our sights On dismantling this reliance I think we’d come to find Autonomy is a new science I’ve torn out my insides To find the idea they implanted That made me just like them Enchanted by commandments But I was thrilled by the slightest of doubts that plagued my mind Until those doubts festered Giving purpose to this fight Cuz this systems on self-destruct Unless we guide it into the light So that when things unravel It’ll be blinded by our might And the world will go to shambles Before it sees we’re right So we have to stay steadfast Such is the nature of our plight
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END CREDITS. 05:24
Handcuffs on my heart, that’s cardiac arrest I’ll play William Tell like Burroughs with one bullet left It’s russian roulette with symptoms left unchecked I’m comatose at best, she’s a disease of the head Fuck, marry, kill, as if there’s nothing to invest At a standstill, there’s a stalemate in my bed Cuz we play this game of chess so close to our chest Love’s not dead, that’s just a delusion we invent The Maker’s Mark leaves a scar on my lover’s arms I cried myself to sleep, you asked when it rained so hard Six feet under my art lies a heart torn apart By a world of morning glories mourning a false start I've wished for the end just to see what comes next But came to realize all roads end in death I wish things would last but that’s not what I get So I’ll wish for a song that gets me out of my head Get my lion's share of hunting snares in predator-prey love affairs But I don't chase the day unless it’s up a flight of stairs Leading to a room with a panoramic view Most people die for nothing, with everything to lose Wear this halo like a noose, dangle strangled from a spruce Personified my end and then she dyed her hair blue Entombed in her hues, dancing down dark avenues I’m patient with my ruse, it’s my greatest virtue I’m blue over news and I might not see this through I’m groomed for abuse and neglect to my point of view I’m doomed to a truth that I’ll never be right for you It’s gloom in my room, it feels more like a tomb But in the dark I’ve seen the most patient flowers bloom In my heart lies a force that is as tired as you But there’s no time to rest when you’re surrounded by these views So I’ll keep moving forward with plenty left to do I’m screwed by a rule that says I cannot mend this bruise I’ve succumbed to cues providing roads to choose I’m lost from lack of use and I’ll never stop paying dues To a world that refuses to acknowledge their misuse I’m in love with a muse that others think is an excuse I’m entranced by the fire in her that lights my fuse It ignites a chain reaction when these dark clouds start to loom And breathes life into the very womb that is my nom de plume I’ve ignored the beauty that surrounds all this doom and gloom I’ve squandered second chances given by kinder hearts than you To realize these are my chickens coming home to roost Today I see that I’m better off without you Maybe being happy involves some sort of truce Between the flowers you’ve grown and their roots And maybe the only thing there is left to do Is embrace life when it’s colors diffuse
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SONGS FOR THE:
APOCALYPSE
REVOLUTION
EVOLUTION
CREATION
DAMNATION

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released December 30, 2016

Music, lyrics, & vocals: Armando Flores Jr.
Artwork: Dakota Hicks (IG: @buck_tooth_)

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