Playlist The Agonist

the agonist - the escape

Memory is fiction, so the past is your invention
Catch yourself, self-dissect, how youth outlives age
How beauty shames skill
Prayer is for dependents and wish is for the will
A struggle for independence, a harmless stage
Art gaining post-mortem fame

Oh Creatice!
Your vibrant portfolio has never shown as brightly
As your latest masterpiece
All efforts' fruition in such a wondrous offspring
How did you manage a piece so perfect?

Entrancing passers-by to lock eyes and gaze, hypnotized
Overcome with a need to outdo the last
A child born so dependent rebels so quickly once he has his footing
Forgets who and where raised him and how he came to be

But a growing pain cannot explain behavior of the like
A perfect child deserves the best
But at the cost of what else did you instill this need
To over-consume without regret?

Broken pencils, charred marble drafts
He leaves destruction in his path
Your one mistake, oh great Creatice
Was giving too large a brain

(This organ, like disease, can disseminate beyond your reach
You didn't predict this, a carnal rebellion in its wake)

Strike back with forces beyond his reach
That even six billion can't defeat
Go lock up the aggressor, quarantine before it's too late
Bred to lose sense of consequence
In his greed he exhausts your milk, your blood, your shelter...
Don't let him escape!

Memory is fiction, so the past is your invention
Catch yourself, self-dissect, how youth outlives age
How beauty shames skill
Prayer is for dependents and wish is for the will
A struggle for independence, a harmless stage
Art gaining post-mortem fame

Throw your blood upon his lands, your skin cracked and depleted
Suck the air out from his lungs, expose him fully, let him burn
Show him to appreciate, discipline the cruel ingrate
You still have theh power to reshape - do not let this escalate

Vapors vanish in the night, statuesque guards seconds too late
What rebellion possessed thee?
A dangerous subterfuge, a lonely rampage, anxious fleet
Like limbs tumbling horizontally

Now it's too late - the child has escaped!
Indignant ties, parental constraints
A child protected sets self free
And the ingrate will lie in the bed he has made
As a self-imposed apocalypse finally sets You free

the agonist - born dead buried alive

In the dimension beyond the twilight
A soul is waiting to be reborn
After a lifetime of repenting sin
A new life is about to begin

But something went wrong that fateful night
And the cosmos went berserk
A fusion of the heavens
And the sphere where the dark ones lurk

Hell grows stronger; your soul is at stake
You're granted life only to die
Dscend into the black.

Born Dead Buried Alive
Standing at the gate waiting for the dark to arrive
Born Dead Buried Alive
The army of the undead
Now possess your blackened soul

You'll never know life on earth
Doomed to forever walk the land beyond
When the final day arise, you twisted self will rise
The dead shall inherit the earth

You belong to the fires of Hades
You get your lifeblood from the river Styx
Hell in all its glory
Will forever be your dwelling place

The restless dead eagerly awaits
The day of maturity, the end of mankind
Crack the surface of the earth
And let there be hell.

Born Dead Buried Alive
Standing at the gate waiting for the dark to arrive
Born Dead Buried Alive
The army of the undead
Now possess your blackened soul

the agonist - anxious darwinians

Halted embryogenesis at the birth of second thought,
creating before acting to stay safely at the start.
Textbook nebulse authentical the World Order?s end.
But we dictate through creation just how, where and when.

The sound of self-severed limbs. Broken joints on cold steel links.
Impossible havens harbor them. Damp floors carve swollen skin.
The long-sought elusive passage keys!
Where once was a door, now stands a wall.
Concrete beds prevent digging deep. Leonine threats behind bamboo stalks.

And anxious Darwinians frantically self-analyse,
too ultimately aware to trust anyone or anything alive.
Toxic, parasitic ideas hijack our minds.
Mimetically commandeered to include the suicide.

The privacy of experience. The illusion of focus.
The future is anticipated memory. The virulence of idea.
Halted embryogenesis at the birth of second thought
creating before acting to stay safely at the start.
Textbook nebulse authentical the World Order?s end.

But we dictate through creation just how, where and when
Vanitas on aged pages, copper violin.
Incumbent phrenology to drain you of your doubt.
Don?t call my landscape a plane, you increate egoist!
You?re merely a hallucination of my own Atmas!
Volition decides the future as the authors all agree,

Impatiently arranging for evolution?s recrudescence.
Visual receptors are undeniably unique in a closed Cartesian Theater,
body anchored to the seat. Pressuposed conclusions, methodic doubt.
An escaped res cogitans flees to an inter-subjective world.
Passive beliefs bridge the chasm, mind pregnant at birth.
The danger, dear empiritic is that to which Narcissus succumbed, and still do, some.

Fountainshead, automatons. To subordinates genetic interest is ultimately human!
Rampant self-awareness in your invisible
Hands means everything is fickle, subject to your shape and shade.
How will you, dear eremite program your semaphore?
Self-preservation is subject to an emotional homunculus.
And anxious Darwinians frantically self-analyse, too ultimately aware to include the suicide.

Halted embryogenesis at the birth of second thought
creating before acting to stay safely at the start.
Textbook nebulse authentical the World Order?s end.
But we dictate through creation just how, where and when

the agonist - birds elope with the sun

Air like water, water like stone, birds elope with the sun.

A velvet quietus furtively draped over ears.
Quartz underfoot and crystalline opal years.
Welcome webs of gasping despair.
Nival anaphora textures the air.
Anamnesis waltzes through...
The windows, shit tight, and the fires are fueled... Reminding naivete of its magnitude's inferiority.

Skywards stretching arms become thin and weak.
Bony fingers comb the clouds then curl into fists,
admitting defeat. Blood concedes to gravity's pull,
leaving hollow skeletons all erect,
perforating the skyline – an impenetrable cage...
like skin drawn tight, and canvas cracked with age.

Escapist flights and lengthy nights as some succumb and slumber awakes..
Faces count minutes til noon –
solar ghosts come kiss the moon goodnight –
grey memories for now. A thousand families,
down, will fall. Nival tears bury them all!
Like absconding tides, birds elope with the sun.

A barren desert soaked in bleach.
A sickly pallor and opal touch.
Hallucinating, shattered glass falls as if the atmosphere cracked and we are invaded by emptiness black.
The brain keeps the body company.
The continent is a new born, trying to breathe.
Accepting his fate and falling asleep,
the child is woman, resting in peace.

Accepting the sleep as a blackness forcing its way in and pushing air out through heavy lungs...
And heavy are the clouds that reach so deep and smother the land in a heavy shroud.
Eves press closed and words are now visible.
The sky is an eggshell waiting to hatch.
The ground is the the, the wind, the trees,
the Earth, the water, the first..
Sculptors working the clay, carving angels and gargoyles as pixies dance to appease the leaves.
Faces that once turned to catch light,
frown and turn desperately down towards darkness.
Float to the stiff, grey Earth.

the agonist - business suits and combat boots

Does history guide you, or do you set out to change it?
Breach not broken

Fuck your...
Skinned- alive designer wear
Fashion shades and salon hair
Heels to help where nature failed
Artificial teeth and nails

The wasp's nest expands

So clap your hands! It's her!
The one black woman who's success you don't credit to Affirmative Action
The way of the future is corporate sponsors raising your kids
Maternal love is nothing compared to what $7 gives
Put in, suck out plastic body parts
It's the ever-growing industry of cosmetic arts!
Bombarded with the idealized shots, dysmorphic, self-destructive plots

Physical flaws are a mental blank

So pay your surgeons
It?s your parents you should thank

These eyes are blind to several hundred left behind
(Lest we forget again)
But the border is breached but not broken
Who tries to find the several hundred left behind,
When the border is breached but not broken?

Go-existing in a twisted society
Where youth is a crime and wasteful sweat-shops expenditures are how luxury is defined
Now the KKK has found a new masquerade
Fuck your self-proclaimed supremacy
You hide your face and your shame!

Identify right and wrong when all fact is merely opinion
You cannot know the sweetness of victory without first dwelling in the agony of defeat

These eyes are blind to several hundred left behind
(Lest we forget again)
But the border is breached but not broken
Who tries to find the several hundred left behind,
When the border is breached but not broken?

the agonist - ideomotor

We are but prisoners of waterfalls...

We stand on broken ribs.
Faces to the glass, we drown.
Heavy mileage on our minds,
We wrap the earth in cerebral folds.
And the corpse we carry
Really is a weight we'd like to throw.
We love the strange new animals,
We love the fearful plants
But we all surrender
Turpentine to rid us of our pasts.
You would walk the rotten hillside,
You would taste the clouds below.
But the world you walk
Is running water through
Valleys in palms of hands.
We all know we will be
Respected by greed and death and loathed by clarity

Jettisoned
Emotions flood the banks
The valleys overflow.
If only
Memory served us better,
We could swim to dry our souls.

We're suicidal swans.
We're silence, in throats we creep.
You'll know us by the shaking ground
When ideas emerge from the deep.

Dolphins have more dignity.
A sleepwalking helicopter, gracefully deceased.
Beauty makes the blind weep.
To describe a song in colour
Is a portrait's symphony

The light drips on closed eyelids
Through holes in weathered sheets.
Curiosity stands up where strange faces hide and seek,
Swarming the webs of electricity
That dragnet the city;
Confusing power with duty
In a place with trees like origami.

Monstrous theories dance with nightmares
On the horizon.
Absolute equinox.
Listening to history in the present,
planets approach with lupine walks.

We're suicidal swans.
We're silence, in throats we creep.
You'll know us by the shaking ground
When ideas emerge from the deep

Offering flowers to the dirt
Like paralyzed dancers we decline
And smile and flee.
But, with years of past devotion,
The crushing atmosphere is bittersweet.

In my waterfall,
Here,
In earth, I'll slowly
Disappear.

the agonist - rise and fall

This human incompetence and this consequence;
Sub-human intolerance hitting home.
This stupid old prejudice and its consequence;
Civilian rights are not right for all deserve rights, large and small

Rise and fall
Each breath could be the last
Chances have all come and passed

Why can't we just shake the urge to end everything?
Property lines slice through the earth.
The sudden urge to control our surroundings,
Money and time now define their worthless
We rise and fall

Rise and fall
Each breath could be the last
Chances have all come and passed
Fighting for land to on
And man will always find reasons for war.
Fighting wars yields bitter rewards
So let's contemplate what to fight for

From the oceans we rise
To the ashes we fall
All for one
Not one for all

Where do we go when we no longer exist?
Apologies are useless, they're nothing, they're impotent.
To savour the taste of youth and sweet control
Hierarchol classes split the masses
Pray your ranking's high
Off-white, low-life, nuisance in a flawless life
Ground underfoot like ashes
The worlds a fucking gas chamber

Populations rise and fall.

the agonist - the sentient

Here once stood
One hundred million species
Undiscovered until extinction
Here once stood
Unnatural amounts of prey turned product
Mechanized slaughter

The sentient flaunted their machinist superiority
An ersatz compensation for real instincts lost

Millennia of ancestry,
Plowed down for modern industry
The solution to their housing crisis
Was in fact the cause

So why not humanity for habitats
Because they are damned if they do
and damned when they can't!
Euthanasia is a crimless death penalty
but it's still better than what they get
when tortured, brutally murdered,
because some fucking coward can't make a clean living
So he picks on the voiceless children
'Well they're not smart like us,
they won't feel a thing!'
Thats a fact? Please explain!

Why should we even care?
The things we destroyed did not need to be there.
It's survival of the selfish!
The bi-pedal tyrant goes down with his ship in the end

Here once stood
Invented laws and morals
Applicable to selective followers
And, as such, rulers reserved the right
To control matters of death and life

... oxygen and oceans...

Metal rusts, cement crumbles
To err is human, not divine
Prayers are so intently mumbled
When proud man is forced to decline

Why should we even care?
The things we destroyed did not need to be there.
It's survival of the selfish!
The bi-pedal tyrant goes down with his ship in the end

the agonist - the tempest

I say!
Why do you grip so hard, that way?
Of what, is there left to be afraid?
Let the waves elope with your empty remains.
They erode your foothold, anyway.

They Mosh
Unaware of their own might
Hypnotizing
Shore-ward swallowing
They storm me, ganging up on me!
Whats become of the home that supported me?
They spit me back after drowning me
Then slip away dragging their fingers behind them.

But you expel the salt sink down lower than the undertow would bring you.
You just dont seem to see how returning to them is so far beneath you.

But then
How come my corpse it rises up?
And it is my soul that has sunk?
Hear!
That sound rings out across the land
Over, the roaring waves through every grain of sand
Is it of loss and pain or made to seduce man?
Listen!
The oohs and aahs of
Funeral spectators
Death admirators
As they bathe in ritual memories and fake tears.
Lifes underrated.
Jaded and hatred
Isolate you so abandon your fears.

And spread my ashes like a bouquet of seeds.
Far up, far out
To show you what Im made of.
Kill the parasite in every co-dependent
Brain fallen slave to pull the waves

The pull of the waves
The natural decay
Of all that is made
Is how redemption is paid

But you expel the salt sink down lower than the undertow would bring you.
You just dont seem to see how returning to them is so far beneath you.

Say, Dickinson, who do you blame for your romantic death wish?
And does it remain true that angry winds feel like a lovers breath?
Thats why you grip so hard.
No!
Its simply condition keeping me locked in!
I could escape if I knew how to swim!
Look feel youre aided
Wind, sun and strangers
have come to guide you so the choice is clear

Well spread your ashes like a bouquet of seeds.
Far up, far out
So show us what youre made of.
Well kill the parasite in every co-dependent
Brain fallen slave to the pull of the waves.

Playfully
Badgering
Casually capturing
To escape the surface chaos is to sink not to swim.

You say
To release the stranglehold keeping me safely beneath.
But, as sea foam rises up
Tickles my lips and sinks inside
Doesnt the choice of future paths become a matter of pride?
When Ive struggled so hard to excel,
Why is it so unappealing to survive?

the agonist - and their elougies sang me to sleep

All I heard was the sound of fish who'd drowned.
All I saw was the inside of my eyelids.
All I said fell short of reaching open ears.
Words floating, clouding the view...
'See no, hear no, speak no evil' leaves you deaf, dumb and blind, because the bad is all you'll find.
A deeply heart-felt goodbye to the part of me that died when
I decided to put others before me, yes, my heart fell asleep - boredom and fatigue.
I always said I wanted to die smiling,
To pretend I'm at peace.

Now from my corpse beams a frigid, blank grin and once hopeful eyes are sunken in.
Like a lullaby to the cradle is the eulogy to the casket.
All my flaws swept under the table to grieve the porcelain doll that was me.
Their solemn songs sang me to sleep as my body escaped me.
Welcome down into the New World!
Happiness is being interred!
Such a shameful masquerade!
Fleeting, frozen minutes on display.
Why is evolution such a shameful thing to say?
Can you fee! your bodily decay?
Arms are beside me, hands open wide.
Seems I was living mv life in rewind, taking so manv steps backwards, not looking behind.
Because I can sure as hell feel my brain going blank.
If my body betrays me, there's pollution to thank.
This condition infects my cells like it controls my mind.
Internal army, defend me
behind enemy lines!
Fragile vehicle of mine!
Don't abandon me yet!
There is so much to live
for that we so easily forget.
Fascination with the fear... The concept escapes me.
All encompassing fate... how it wrenches our hearts, torments our souls and sings us all to sleep
to an eternal keep, no matter what beliefs, it sweetly sings us all...

the agonist - chlorpromazine

I awoke to a complex chemistry.
So, I went to a neuro-surgeon inquisitively to see what she could see.
But she only knows what shes taught
so I turned to a tree to see what he thought.
And he asked: when does three equal one plus one.
The answer is birth lifes creation.
Then suddenly flames rushed past. Green turned to black, and life turned to ash.

Because I believe in everything,
Im convinced of nothing.
United we ran divided we crawl.
It just takes a common enemy
to make a friend.
Marry hope and fear,
invent a color

And so, its gone as quickly as it came.
Raging tides galloped forth to extinguish the flames, and, thus, was born a cloud above.
But all else was gone, and one plus one equaled one.

Because I believe in everything,
Im convinced of nothing.
United we ran divided we crawl.
It just takes a common enemy
to make a friend.

In harmony with gravity
always bring everything down

Tear out your mother tongue-
chlorpromazine incursion-

Flesh is food and bone is stone.
A grey matter case for inner demons microphones.
Fields of shells that luck in murky waters.
A bed of nails for less traumatic slumber.

Logics taught but brains are sweet,
weve served ours up for the demons to feed.
Project loathsome apathy redefines reality.
Paranoid self-victimization in a cage of skin rage
and intimidating lack of control bring a once bright life to stone and ice.

the agonist - dead ocean

An Ocean waves hello
Feathers decorate the air
And sleeping giants approach
An absolute nightmare ? not having footing to flee
Suspended animation, face to face with the majesty
Grotesque interest drew you near
But sorrow and awe keep you here

The Ocean suicides
Here come the leeches gathering around their host
Hard to believe it, arterial seacost
King of carcass, I'll drown in is death
Grotesque interest drew you near the towering monument
Sorrow and awe keep you here while the Ocean breaks
Flesh weighs more than atmosphere ? what' keeping them afloat?

Still you stare, waiting for the shipwrecks and ghosts
The moon mocks you with a knowing grin
Or, is that the lure of a distant angler fish?
Was your role fulfilled? Was that it?
Are you face up or face down?
Cardinal points are semantic
Geometry is religion for mathematicians

The womb that birthed us keep us close
Rebellious organs give up early, abandoning ship
The air feels hydrogen-heavy
Your elements are individualizing
Red algae pours across the panorama
Colored film fills your eyes, matching the bed expanding beneath you
With every once you lose
You forget you ever feared you're physically free

One who survives mass suicide gather the masses to blindly follow
Intonations camouflage obvious idiocy
Approachable outside to welcome them in
Black holes set in spin
A resource more valuable than we expect,
Wrangled together to redirect
I've been around this place before
I recognize the heavy doors opening on the entrance way
Molding a populace out of clay
Stuck in the earth, we'll stay

the agonist - everybody wants you

You did me wrong! Yeah, you screwed me
But guess what! I win, you lose
How funny, what you show when you?ve got nothing to prove
Everybody wants you? Everybody wants you dead
But I want you right here
To see your face when you?ve got no one left

Sticky fingers touch the treetops
Could we collapse them with one slip?
Can you really swear by a reality where miles are measured by inch?
Tonight we are two, dipping toes in flooding puddles
Programmed romance makes us shudder, pictures never grow old
Obviously dusting powdery days off your skin,
Familiar eyes are rabid, transplanted to a stranger?s skull

How am I to keep you happy, healthy and strong
when you harbor such infection, such scar tissue in your bones
I didn?t think dysplasia would so affect it
You know, tonight there is a crime to commit

I?m thinking it through, I?m convinced it?s true
You?re the beach of my attention but the tide is coming in
Will you buckle down like barnacles, a one-time contagion?

Will you passively wade away like layers of pollution?
Or will you still be holding your breath when tides go out again?
What happened to what you thought of me?
I shattered all the imagery
The pretense was a forgery, I really am what I present

You know, tonight there?s a crime to commit
And I?m the criminal, victim and punishmen

the agonist - forget tomorrow

Forget Tomorrow

Fall into flames

Well all that remains of me
Is a stepped-on, thrown-out piece of your enemy
All that remains of me is about to hit the ground

When you begin to deny all of your past lives
When you begin to deny that you can't defend your lies

In total
In control
Get thrown overboard
Get pulled below

Wait patiently as it surrounds me
In vitro
Freakshow
Go home, go
Set me free
The end is only a bloodloss, coin-toss tragedy
Blind-eyed guilty plea

So caught up in here and now
Walk on, walk on
Life expectancy goes down
Corruption
The weakest mind will wear the crown
Because we all need protection
Escapism is a dangerous art
Addiction is the easy part
Please don't let me fall into flames

Night falls and darkness rises deep inside his skin
Blood, sweat and tears will soon pay for this sin

Wait patiently as it surrounds me
Walks towards home, thinks he's alone
Wait and you'll see
The frost glows in his eyes
Exhalation is only a disguise for Death's new enterprise
Infiltration
Self-destruction
Left so lonely
What a tragedy.

the agonist - globus hystericus

What says the tree to his friends the rocks?
When he lives and breathes and they sit and mock
And he grows strong for centuries long
But finally dies and begins to rot

'We will last intact this way!
And you my friend will soon decay'
'But i can breathe - am commensal;
the shade, the fruits, the nests on bough
And if, with this, my time finite
I'm glad to have spent it doing right'
But rocks prefer to simply sit
To win none, lose none, just exist

But nary should an ocean rise,
They'd become sand and dissapear with the tides
When trees ignite a cyclical life
From plant to animal to Earth and back;
Whom, even when their roots are plowed
Have left exponential impact

Steel, concrete, technology (etc)
May stand intact for centuries
I say with actions...
But faced with wind, flood or quake
Like toys will crumble, bend and break
... what you do with words

And so the greedy human kind
To conquer trees tall, mountains high
Erects gigantic splinters of steel
That shame forests, make mountains kneel

And progress spreads like moss on stone
Evolution dictates that men are prone
To outdo those that came before
'You see? We'll last forever more!'

We improve what nature made
We'll challenge mountains, transplant lakes
There is no confirmed master plan
We do it just because we can

But foolish is the one who
Complacently thinks himself King
Because when time erodes the past
What remains are nature's things
Quite Shakespearean duals
Those between parent and offspring are!
As Chronos devours his Son
Gaia to Mankind so starts

Steel, concrete, technology (etc)
May stand intact for centuries
I say with actions...
But faced with wind, flood or quake
Like toys will crumble, bend and break
... what you do with words

We won't outlive our generation,
But our impact surely will
This - the Rocks' humilitation
When they witness we are still
Alive in what we've left for others
Like Nature gives, so selflessly
So pay respect to our true Mother
And take your rank amongst the trees

the agonist