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Hyper Mystic Destiny

by Wealthy Relative

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1.
Pizza Party 02:37
he loads that bowl because his psyche wrestles with his soul inside a cosmic courthouse too proud to know which one holds the gabble that will rattle the battle and find a victor a sicker symphony of acquired desire for liquor swimming in the liquid of the wicker with a torch in hand with a slip of the wrist you'll be scorching the landscape awake the day we make a change and find our fate find what creates hate, find how to escape mistakes we make and shape the human race we break tape immaculate confessions in the poetry sessions we're flexing vocal weapons repping absolutely nothing but the heat of the sun on my back spirit that you lack, but it's all love got your feet stuck inside the chemical hugs remove that thorn from your side, let the slime slide right through the wound we can rise above and scatter laughter seeds along the river banks of our blood streams real dreams call me to the courtroom and i'll be there to kill the variables and pull the wool from your vision your'e swimming in a vat of superstition and i'm sitting in the kitchen ready to start the stove hope you know the life your'e living isn't a joke and when the smoke clears your grip is slipping off the rope identities lost and lines crossed but the charges are dropped opponents bring the ragnarok but time stops and i've exposed the jagged edges of this broken clock make a pose and i'll paint a picture with the lights off in perfect detail this type of insight cannot be found for sale in a retail store and now i'm losing faith in my city this apple's been chewed to the core family trees uprooted by emotional war culture and folklore spills on to the floor and shatters killing the fervor and darkening this novels mood nothing that you know is un-skewed but your own crude thoughts and a stove top covered in rot there's nothing left in the pot
2.
Sleep Stance 02:30
optimism, got the vision, falling into perfect rhythm falling into step with every living thing idealism real is an imaginary term, feel the dirt between your toes feed the worm and smell the rose slip between the cracks in the pavement where the green grass grows i'm maintaining my high hopes about the low tide cause i know that even in the rough times water still flows and we still keep growing old until the blood runs stone cold or the souls been sold story told after story told nothing really changes we're still contestants in the same lame name game famous in a strange way i'm just trying to keep my craniums containments off the pavement at the end of the day looking forward to the time when the fish can swim freely with the manta ray all i'm really trying to say is that if we accept one another we'd be void of all decay, we'd be void of mass graves we'd be void of the days when hate reigns love is the black to lift the stain of the pain on your t-shirt so don't worry about the rain when your sitting in the shade of a new way to listen to your brain and everything that wasn't alright is now ok Hook: everything that we do everything that we use everything that we choose to move out of our view just make me new just make me new just make me new life is looking beautiful and that is the truth i'm lacking proof but it's cool because im still in my youth i still got plenty of time to utilize my mind got plenty of time to find the answers waiting on the cancer still waiting on the trance, dear sir and waiting for death to dance her way upon my stage i'm hoping it'll happen in my old age and when she does i'll greet her with a wave take her by the hand and let her take me away because i've had a long stay and everything that wasn't alright is now ok
3.
can't relate to wealthy relatives i'm staying stealthy relishing the benefits of meddling with elements of wicked ways my rebel yell will blaze a box of burning papers that aren't really saying nothing cause they're breaking quick like fainting spells and magnavox sentences irrelevant, piles of ashes well beyond hellbent hyper mystic destiny is looking hella eloquent sheltered kids are never better till they take of the summer sweaters and let the space waves dive down deep into the cranium so drop the jameson and nod your brain with him yeah cause dan stands tall raving mad with a pencil in hand hoping that he won't be damned for exposing his crooked plans that stem from the surely shaken pages of his notepads and blackbooks stacking stupid hooks and knocking them down i don't need a crown cause confidence is freedom and i'm always positive so i've forgotten doubt Hook: what is life without a mission what is sight without a vision what is heightening your system what is light inside your prison knowledge isn't wisdom i'm boxing lucifer super duper human with a putrid sewer curse still rocking mountain shirts and shouting loud enough to mute the universe spewing mutant sentences using the newest words looking like a villain but i'm polite like doofenshmirtz girl, i don't really want to see you make your booty work i'd rather hear you talk about the purpose of this puny earth surfing swells over oceans of blood cells and brainwaves a raven with a broken wing sings for safety from the stale pain rearrange the framework of your memory house and you can figure out why your ribcage has been so bent out of shape lately make a silly fake statement and i'll break it down gratefully major d isn't in the building, he's building another one with multiple suns (sons), no guns, and moral ethics better check the planet before you take for granted and wreck it we're blessed to be alive
4.
Survive 02:28
peel back the filmy essence as these filthy ways diminish radiation breaks the haze as this sentences finish is found epiderm cracks from the heat but at least my discreet inner innards feel cleansed for a moment hopelessness is but a drop inside the ocean that my vessel floats above lungs tugging at the sail when i exhale because i stay effervescent with the method so blessed with that so fresh wisdom wizard fingers entering the kingdom of innumerable clouds surrounded in the boundless drowning in the dried pulps purpose circa the beginning of time just want to survive, irreparable lies are haunting my mind confusion is alive cutting all the ties to my now lost thoughts and the map is found even though the reasoning is flawed i'm digging deep within the tendrils of the universe entrails stretching from the vibrations of my verse to the end of the earth and beyond to eternity so lift those little butterfly wings and learn with me we can turn the sea into gold we can sleep under a blanket of snow in the summer and never have to owner how we grew so cold in the middle of this smoldering abyss what is our true situation, what have we missed why are we steadily pacing in circles without a target to hit the farther we get, the harder it is to start a real fire got the spark but the lighter's out of fuel got the vision but i'm lacking the resources and the tools it's human to become so foolish does planet earth have any real worth i think we're all clueless alone our minds are useless this is not a movement it's passion that i have to make the world happy with exactly where it's at respect that
5.
caught up in the lingering cloud of a dream my unattended projections of all reality are left to fester alone while i remain stuck inside the duality of luck's appeal and actuality liquid pass through cartilage and bone this riverbank flows beyond the limit of the known break free, break free from the fear of being alone alienated by this self created sense of sympathy or pity rather hesitating to make a connection so far from home left to gather up the sticks and stones and grow a shelter in this sweltering heat my feet are sore from standing here and banging on this door so i pour all of my troubles into a poem, lightyears from home Hook: gotta have the low to appreciate the high gotta close your eyes at times to realize they can open hoping that i can save someone love and hate relationship with the son of man show me that i have a plan please am i a grown up or has my casket already been sewn shut crushing the moans of the dead with every cannon blasted ashes to ashes, all i can ask is that when my head collapses could you collect the interstellar dust and put it in a basket wrap it with a plastic crucifix and send it down the river shivers ripping down my skeleton past the point of ever being well again heaven battles hell and now im falling down the well again but the bucket at the bottom brings me back up to the top crops surge with energy now purged of any enemies i am finally free to conceive my real feelings in a lucid state of mind foolish eyes get wise choosing to despise lies and embrace nightmares cause terror is a fantasy, american tragedy love your family and everybody else on the planet never take your life for granted, one heart
6.
Wanderlost 02:35
we do we romanticize addiction lie to ourselves and say the negative side affects are fiction when they're not innocence lost, paradise tossed aside and substituted by some sort of synthesized existence i am not alright like this i've missed the bus and i'm stuck here standing knee deep in stagnant swamp water and i'm sinking talking with the empty space i try to contemplate the way i feel but i'm trapped in the now never knowing when, or how, or if i'll ever understand eternity so i stay standing in the current lost in these thoughts of purposeless thirst yearning for some sort of solidarity of worth searching for an escape from the spiral of silence and this stream of consciousness that none of us can ever break free from once we begin this walk towards termination walk towards a tomb talking with doom and he gives me a one way ticket from a womb to a broken bridge and i admit that you've caught me in a not so positive state of mind but i had to get this out so i can finally feel fine, quenched

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released November 26, 2012

all lyrics composed & performed by Wealthy Relative
all beats composed & performed by Mortal Dan
album artwork by Dan Forke
produced by d. forke & e. shiell of The Dirty Mouth Posse
recorded by e. shiell at the old ssl room in Minneapolis, MN
mixed by e. shiell at 100 swords in Minneapolis, MN
songs contain samples. have fun finding them and don't tell anybody.

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