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Fat, bloated fuck choked to death on his own sick
On the throne sits a corpse leaking out shit
Roll him off the fuckin casket made of porcelain
Another takes his place, he’ll be dead before next morning
So expendable the figureheads of industry
Scared to be nothing, the fallacy of legacy
When i been dirt since birth, a pariah strapped with leprosy
So i don’t give a fuck if you say that you’ve never heard of me
Fuck the idolatry, the praise and the fame
This isn’t for the attention, i know i’ll never be paid
This a function of existence, lest i lay in the grave
Disemboweled, intestines blown out with the shit on display
Translucent flesh and glass bones
Let he who hath nothing cast the first stone
Spillin my guts, leaving gore where i may roam
I’m just trying to leave a huge fucking mess when i go
soi’ve been taking notes from all caps with spaces
True spirit straight, eight distillations
Knock it back, straight in your fuckin faces
Pay no mind to the jaded in stasis
Just write dope shit & spit like you’re on fire
Keep the beats sordid like an arms supplier
Till i’m killed by death, rather die than retire
Do nothing else this shit right here my only desire
Live life as an art generator
Pull the trigger, worry bout the income later
Money doesn’t rule me, barely a motivator
The cash is nice but i do this for something greater
(voiddweller) gained the power of self respect
don’t know how to acquiesce, so what the fuck you expect
(cept) gross beats on deck, & words I can’t forget
So i give no fucks if you’re unimpressed
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2. |
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“Blown the fuck out”
Backpack full of god knows what
All black antagonist smash hard cut
To the foreseen rampage, run from blades
Herostratic fame, don’t speak my name (yeah)
I got the score for the snuff, Raw rugged and rough
Keep it dirty like flint water, covered in rust
Take a bullet in the brain before i’m caught in the cuffs
It’s rags to riches or its dust to dust
(shoot out) Swat team can’t stop me now
44 minutes five stars shut it down
Get laid out or put in the fucking ground
King of the hill, ski mask, no crown
Crimewave like payday 2
Kick in a fucking punk’s teeth like yoshimitisu
Slip on the jacket asking john wick, what it do
Reload go time flare gun lights fuse
Your life is just a set piece
Michael bay explosions you’re credited as “dead meat”
Delete yourself, alan smithee
Gritty reboot voiddweller sin city
Death proof and i'm full of pulp
Snake plisken shit, bitch prison gets skulked
Cloaked in darkness, stay occult
Dirty bomb planted, you can guess result
Total fucking death wish
Kill any witness
Racing to the finish
Life cyclical bull shit
non real moving image
Violence as a gimmick
Pussies still will grimace
Put holes in the timid
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3. |
3d1tor FT. The Editor
03:11
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Erased
No fucking trace
Fuck up get phased out of existence
Memories missing identity now distant
Ghost hack override the old
No clue who you are, live your life all alone
You gonna wish it was pseudocide
Any proof you were alive get liquified
Public’s amnesia set to override
Your bloodline is about to get nullified
Sealed room in the goo log
See the nuclear family up on the analog
One telegraph, it goes black
Shock troops raid kids throat get slit fast
Wife grabbed forced to look at
What will broadcast as kids that that got slashed by
Their mom , gun to temple the weapon’s gonna bang like car bomb
While that td hit hit’s and you recite psalms
Pray if you must, still get snuffed, your record on this thumbdrive,
Shit gets crushed
brain flushed like angel dust puffed
News person insert, some homeless old fuck
Add arrogance and shit luck
then start surveillance and watch you combust
Self immolate with no legacy
That’s what
I’m the editor
Edit life
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Heart
03:34
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Pass the defib, I bring dysrhythmia
The Break neck pace maker king of arena
I Shape shift like face lift aids ameboa
And Leave your rib cage lookin like it bit hiroshima
This the great white to frail geriatric hearts
I blow shit like dusted up GameShark carts
X ray vision to the system fucking rip it apart
You obsolete as fuck, me i’m state of the art
Meanwhile you leaks bile and bleeds in the aisle
Short Journey on a gurney bleeding out on the tile
Give it a few months, then a special on cold case files
They still have no clue how to compile the style
It's simple, take a modem and a Nokia brick
Soak it battery acid for a month or six
Kano your heart out, make sure the chest is split
Fill it full of that solution and try to live, bitch
Biometrics hacked, off the record
Close circuit tv can’t see the spectre
Like predator, i’m the fuckin skull collector
You Get a combi-stick through your left ventricle sector
Throw this shit on, anaphylactic shock
Throat swells, thank god, that you can’t even talk
Impromptu laryngectomy done via flintlock
Ak melee cave skulls via shoulder stock
Moving on,i mule a cooler full of dubious organs
For hella credits and the buzz i get off all the endorphins
(Keep an) eye out for the horsemen & for parking enforcement
And artists capable of painting dorian gray portraits
In an animated gif, i keep an aggravated stick
For bitches who say void dweller can't fucking spit
Hypersalivation cause the rabies just kicked in
So beware lest i tear off a couple fucking limbs
bionic commando i’m tetsuo
Metal head to toe, bout to let it blow
Rip a satellite out the sky, kick on turbo
Then turn the whole fuckin city into ground zero
Level it, i’ll throw a fit and make it fucking sediment
Test me bitch, i’m a specialist in brute malevolence
Wreckin it, never hesitant, I let the metal rip
This experiment’s omnipotence is fucking imminent
The boss of this empire of dirt
Come see the tragic hero live in concert
my arc’s a flatline, heart lies inert
Join the 27 club, i’ll be kickin it with kurt
Rack it, pull, ain’t nothing but a squib load
Bracing for the bullet but the shit decided not to show
Typical, another obstruction in the fucking road
Myocardial infarction, waiting for the blood to flow
Embolitic, unsanitary
Give your ass a god damn coronary
Corpse lateral to the whole mortuary
Cause you're 6 feet dead in unmarked cemetery
I’ll meet your dead ass at the feather scale
My dick meets your hearts the shit get impaled
Slap it on the scale and tell maat to get fucked
Even in death, all i do is obstruct
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5. |
Mall
04:00
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the man is a ghost
Soul with no home
Head down and walk
Stare at the floor
Invisible
lost in the noise
The loneliness
Is what destroys
It's all fake
migraine from eye strain
hallucinate yourself and anything observed from your brain
Colors, shapes, messages on screens from friends and family
The newest picture filter for the newest trendy tragedy, it's
Obnoxious, the lights and sounds
Just cut the power, watching all the lights go out
move in darkness, covered with abyssal shroud
Glide effortlessly through the terrified large crowd
follow protocol, death pouring through the PA in the mall
Empty people, full shops full stop alcohol
Feeling anesthetic malfunctions then vomit in the stall
Wipe your mouth, suit up, you infiltrating this new cabal
Yes you Best memorize that secret handshake
Widen your shoulders, best brace for that back ache
Hand hover over control z for the mistakes
reality checks, to see if youre awake
(It was all a dream)
I wish I was asleep
The Insomnia increasing in intensity
The Pills not working, not sure how to treat it if not chemically
so we up the dosage and we forge a new dependency
Just Anything to rid yourself of thoughts of ends and entropy
But it creeps, gnawing at the edges of awareness
A cute little reminder that you and this world will perish
Life is feeling haunted, American dream nightmarish
Now Your wife is in the pit and she’s going into hysterics
Another round of pillars of salt for all in range
Try and fail to keep all of those shit feelings contained
Though It might explain while lately you’ve been feeling extra drained
And unsure how you will continue to maintain
Savings drained in an attempt to stay stable
Picked up the newest iPhone with proprietary cable
Now you have no money to put food upon your table
The consumerism they’ve been selling you is fucking fatal
(It was all a dream)
And the TV screams
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6. |
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livestream assassination,
start of world war three shown live to the nation
periscope suicide count inflation
Audience sits motionless in adoration
fuck the footage i need to see it live
watch the blood pool, see the life drain from eyes
Digital bloodlust, a brand new high
Supply and demand, watch the dead bodies rise
Manhunt predicted, death futuristic
Macabre depictions now voyeuristic
Finger tip click then pictures sadistic
Tickles kids pink who think nihilistic
Disaffected youth living in post truth
When the bombs drop they climb on top of the roof
Take a selfie, you can't help me, what am i sposed to do
Kick on facebook live and fucking wait for the nuke to
Budd dwyer live on the fake news network
Out of dump time, goes uncensored
Gifs made, brand new meme’s rendered
A fucking joke is how you’re remembered
It’s gallows humor cause we’re all gonna die
But fuck me, anything to get the views, right?
I need that motherfucking ad revenue
I’d rather die with more money than you
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7. |
Old
02:21
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my health fails, my body degrades
This brain in a jar, spawn of magnetic tape
Confined online no fuckin face to face
Trying to download a friend off pirate bay
Isolated and depressed, restless up late
Brain strained, can’t think or see straight
Joints grind out of line vertebrae
I go to bed and hope that i never awake
I’ve short circuited, blown fuse, pure worthlessness
Gps offline, i feel purposeless
just me versus stress and thats no contest
Sit like livestock waiting to be proceeded
Stuck. I feel it in my throat
Head down cause i own no hope
Confirm my own death hoax , on snopes
Cause i’m not living right now, i just exist to mope
And feel old , 22 joints calcified
Homemade mummy add formaldehyde
Feeling underground cause i’m fucking buried alive
With empty lungs and no air, so im preparing to die
But it won’t come, i’ve been choking for years
I’ve been waiting to disappear
From this stagnant atmosphere
But the day death comes remains unclear
End can’t come fast enough
Put me back with the dust
End can’t come fast enough
Waiting to rust
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8. |
Excess FT. Sound Eater
02:28
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Transfiguration process, catharsis
Roll old school banging type II darkness
grave yard drive by raise carcass
New lost souls for the back walled garden
God, please just let me line your fucking pockets
I need a new spirit box and excess profits
in the name of trickle down economics
No longer a person, now just a product
Fuck owning masters // I’m getting plastered
Licking the boots of my captors
Fat rat in a cage what i’m after
Blast cash out my ass, it don’t matter
Stackin coin like jenga blocks
When it falls down blow my whole fucking head off
Watch epics shit stocks hit top
Till then i’ll milk the drug problem press till i drop
Into excess hot mess sells records
No go live till the feed get severed
Like my only link to credibility
Oh well guess the scene is gonna hate me
Run analysis on my authenticity
I’m a blank slate filled with hate and synchronicity
All luck one hit then i’m out
Obscurity no talent no clout
Whatever’s trending that’s what i’ll spout
Homogenization, dust in a drought
Into excess hot mess sells records
You got the wrong guy, there's been a grave error
Whatever
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9. |
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Hang ten through barren digital landscape
See the regular denizens of the man made
Say what’s up, hit em with the cool hand raise
Meet em at the main frame, god damn i can’t wait
It’s new comer day, welcomed at twenty seven
The next step in trans-humanist ascension
Welcome to any time period you like
Customized afterlife, most seem slightly surprised
And that’s warranted, horde of default avatars
Unaware of hover cars or new status bars
Where any drink you can think of And more can be mixed up
Paradise surroundings and comically big cups
(x) Most exalted and newly alive
Though a loner looks haunted i see in his eyes
Active camo deployed, i move through the hive
I Slip him a whisper with this inscribed
Meet me at the quagmire
I know your soul feels it’s on fire
I can release you from this
If that’s truly your last wish
Meet me at the quagmire
Once your ghost’s grown old and tired
I can release you from this
If that’s truly your last wish
One man’s heaven is another man’s hell
One man’s home is another’s prison cell
Fond memories, is another man’s trauma
Explains why stagnation feels like nostalgia
Me? I been living the dream, i.e.
I’ve been feeling like i’m living asleep
Seems like Hypnagogia been getting to me
I try to keep it real but i don’t really know that means
Reality been breaking down, tearing at the seams
Cracks turn to holes & the holes to ravines
So i’m swerving like a drunk on gran turismo 3
Hoping to timeout ‘fore i wrap this shit ‘round a tree
In the game of life i’m just AFK
Living like a fucking ghost waiting to fade away
Just a pillar of salt, standing in the rain
I’ve been buffering, just sipping on some malted grain
Literal ghost in machine, time wasn’t friendly to me
Left me diseased, stuck somewhere in between
i contravene, kharon ferry souls to the deep
sick of this scene, all thing die in time
Except life on a digital screen
Bitcrushed screams
When you can have anything
Nothing will have meaning
That’s where we’re at, Long for imperfect past
Simplicity that has long passed
Cypher in the matrix, screams put me back
Tear flow freely at memorial plaque
The past needle sick and in bed
(x) Mutated, now undead
Spewing clickbait that’s nostalgia fed
And the worst is still to be ahead
It’s a different world than three decades ago
Maybe we should just let it go
It’s a different world than three decades ago
We age fast but time doesn’t slow
It’s a different world than three decades ago
Put the shit on and pretend we don’t know
It’s a different world than three decades ago
It’s a different world, it’s a different world
(same planet different world)
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10. |
12oz FT. Alex Mahaffey
05:07
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Going for the gold, Keep the Four loko cold
Behold bo rai cho, With mad mic control
To booze a black hole, drain bottle reload
Then dive in unknown , and hope the shield hold
Low on liquid, intake addictive,
living real sick but lately life’s shifted
Downward spiral artist’s depiction
Art my main fix in this shit existence
I’m Livin like a man full of some junk
Feel stuck so i just get drunk
Never enough, in a rut, in a funk
Diggin in and waiting for life to not suck
Crack a fifth to escape the shit
I admit, it’s cyclical with no benefit
But tippin spirits is better than fucking callin it quits
Swim in sin, cause my patience is fucking wearing thin (so i)
Drink cause i got shit inside i need to kill
Memories, burden me, fuck these brain cells
Wake up still fucked up throwing up
Shitter full of puke and the only thing holding up
The frail man who just stumbled out of the club
Not sure if he’s ever gonna fuckin be done
It’s his only fun, escapism via depressants
Because to quit would take admittance that his life is too depressing
To handle without a handle devoid of the ethyl’s blessing
It all becomes everclear the shit he’s been repressing
So fuck that, i’m about liqour and avoidance
An i’mma be joyous while i’m sippin on this poison
Fuck real life it aint nothing but annoying
So instead beats and my liver i’m destroying
Like cock rock hotel suites
Alcoholica ain’t got fucking nothing on me
Apex predator to 12 oh zee
And tippin j.d. Screaming fuck reality
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11. |
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Dead on arrival
Live fast fucking die whenever
Just never fucking slow down and always pull the lever
Kill em all like deja vu die forever
Cause life’s never on track to ever get any better
Dead end at void corp, misery loves my company
So I been shitting in the keurig when i’m unaccompanied
At my cubicle just waiting to become fatigued
So i can ride my sleep deprived high of the balcony
O B E , astral body screaming “do a flip”
While my shitty shell body isn’t fucking listening
Adrenalized body only capable of stiffening
I’m just tryna hit a special trick to make it interesting
Blood splat a failed Rorschach test
Say Fuck it, dip out the dick measuring contest
Always up so never lay my shit to rest
Just skip the services instead bring me the fucking check
God DAMN
I’m fucking fast and bulbous
Clip that shit, make unique ruckus
Raise the dead, with the lower end
Yeah spit fire, me i’m fucking spewing lead
At my own head, got that fuckin death wish special
The devil can eat shit, i got the fetish for the metal
A vessel to augment the best of the new level
Live forever, still never better than the ephemeral
Rift that splits, from which i transmit
Drums lifted from some shit that you wouldn’t get
Too complex, and fuck that fat freshman list
Your accolades ain't worth it’s weight in shit
Void Dweller dont fuckin bother with the burial
This wraith don't give a fuck about the post death scenario
i’ll be dead, ghostily spittin lyrics ethereal
so save yourself the effort and give me
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12. |
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There’s a breach in the hull
airlock before it all goes null
Voiddweller escape pod
Get in, strap in unless you want to meet god
Captain's log: stardate whatever
Fuck a date, i’m more worried bout my head getting served
Clean the fuck off shrapnel movement is unfettered
Could slice through my cord, now helpless untethered
Hyper rotation like docking sequence
Pulse rifle demon, straight xenomorph seeking
Punch a hole in its chest, acid blood leaking
Stompin like issac clarke necromorph shrieking
Plasma cutter on deck, i’m culling the flock
Fuck out the way for i shodan this shit like system shock
blast off fore reactor streams get crossed
3 lightyear mile island due to glitch from microsoft
Hauling ass through dead empty halls
Hear em in vents, crawling through the walls
Them alarms blare, sound of shrillest siren call
Trying to make the capsule to be absolved
I fucking blast out of orbit
distress signal distorted
At least the vessel i’ve boarded
Has a spacesuit and some MRE portions
It’s gonna be a long voyage
Deep space, whole time, my face, joyless
Feel like survivals pointless
No one to save me, just disappointment
3 days later, i awoke
Radio still broke, cabin rocking like a boat
Look out the window, see i’m being approached
Strap into MMU, no response from radio
Jettison out the pod, headed for the ship
Grasp antenna, tighten my grip
Scan for exits and entrances
Exploit detected, i’m coming in
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13. |
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3 days since the lights got shut off
The food ran out and the gas got cut off
Candle on the mantle or in hands held aloft
Caught off guard, unprepared for the onslaught
Shadow arachnids rapid attracted
Look mad and combative
Breath ragged unwilling combatant
Courage is absent, mind split to fragment(s)
Cluster split like scarlett sea
Chief splits the crush, moves to front of scene
Eight legged old soul quite elderly
Mouth separates, words flow easily
It’s time, go by flame or feast
Combust to dust or shredded by beasts
Tough choice, which way to become deceased
Assume the lotus position, and be at peace
Sleep walking through waking state
wake-walking through their dreams
At the
Walmart deli counter, something’s amiss
Front counter missing, now a clear monolith
Suspended animation cyborg within
Eyes blinded, vision though solar plexus
Front counter back, being behind
Umbilicus vision sees through, eyes are blind
Porthole appears, message from creature in bind
Futile warn of future, malfunction of mind
No control, rip the mess of flesh through the porthole
Starts expanding like incident from neo-tokyo
Think it’s about to blow
But the pressure just crushes it, poor thing dying slow
Squeaks out final advice
From the hybrid leaking fluid, soon to not be alive
Ultimatum on it’s way, due soon to arrive
Don’t fucking sleepwalk through it, be awake to decide
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14. |
Leech
03:58
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I slither through the dark muck
Cool air feels good though i’ve no lungs
Searching for prey
Swallow whole invertebrate
All i know is take
Crash my own funeral cause nobody came
Celebrate at my wake
Parasite death, burden erased
The necrosis ain’t ate me yet
So i’ll free boot all copyleft
I’ll take what i can get
And then more, unpaid debt
No blood from a salted annelid
Nothing except my life to give
Not worth enough so i guess i’ll live
Stay a drain on anyone who gives a shit
Yeah, I’m a fucking leech
Bloodlet till the host feels weak
Steal shit leave silently
Replace tongue, siphon feast
Specimen in incubator
Bottom of the closet which contains an acrid vapor
Smells like death and razors
Bracing for dissection, split me into layers
Pinned to exam table,
sewed back up, condition stable
Go back in the box, aerated, unlabeled
Wait for aridity to become fatal
Though the hunger, it never leaves
muffled pleas,constantly thieve
I need no pity, i just need to feed
On anything feeble and in my reach
I didn’t choose this form unfortunately
Compelled to it, the shit chose me
I guess that’s how life has to be
Live life as a fucking leech
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15. |
タイレノールPM
03:08
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Rollin by my
self at night
Through the asteroids pilot my flight
Into hyper drive faster than light
Will i crash, yeah bitch i might
Yeah bitch i might
Ghost ride the enterprise
Check them records, you best recognize
The face of substance d these sunken eyes
I ain’t slept in weeks that's no surprise
I guess time flies when you stay
FUCKED
Blood stream corrupt
Mr self destruct
Cause i fucking give up
Fucked up again
Another weekend
Full of mayhem
And tylenol pm
Life a fucking headache, i can’t fucking comprehend
So i make enough noise to wake the fucking president
Hit that nuke button, bitch i’m tired
And i’ll sleep when i fucking expire
So if all of yall got go just so i can get a nap in
Then the whole shit is going skyward
All on fire
Blown amplifier
So bump this shit till the venue’s lit and it burns down no survivors
Fuck a lighter // Flame thrower ignitor
That napalm spewing firestarter the flames just climbing higher
And my headache still ain’t gone so i’m about to hit this shit
I don’t know what’s even in it but it’s about to be lit
Wanna watch the world burn, second place, this second hit
Coping mechanism smoke something and tip this fuckin fifth
Here i sit // Head split
Headache worse // why do i exist
I’m finished // clear the crypt
Brain like the fucking gulf conflict
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16. |
Relic FT. Ruiner
03:36
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YOU STUPID CUNT
YOU’VE FUCKED ONE OF THE FEW LEGITIMATE CONNECTIONS IN YOUR LIFE AND NOW YOU’RE ALL ALONE AND TOTALLY FUCKED
YOUR HEAD UP YOUR STUPID GIRLFRIENDS ASS
I HOPE YOU NEVER COME UP FOR AIR
I’D SAY THAT I WISH YOU WOULD’VE SUCCEEDED IN LIGHTING YOUR HOUSE ON FIRE , BUT I FEEL LIKE THAT’S JUST A LITTLE TOO FUCKING NICE
INSTEAD, AN ALTERNATE SCENARIO
BEFORE OUR TRIP TO THE BIG CONFERENCE OF PEOPLE WHO’VE FUCKED THEIR LIFE UP AS MUCH AS YOU HAVE, BUT HAVE STILL MANAGED TO BE SUBSTANTIALLY LESS OF A FUCKING CUNT, I THINK YOU SHOULD HAVE RELAPSED ON ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING YOU’VE EVER WANTED. FUCK IT. GO NUTS
RELAPSED AND THEN CLIMBED BEHIND THE WHEEL OF YOUR ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE FINANCIAL DECISION WITH YOUR FUCKING IDIOT OF A YES WOMAN IN THE FRONT SEAT AND ME IN THE BACK. I’LL SKIP THE SEAT BELT THIS TIME FOR REASONS THAT WILL BECOME CLEAR SOON
YOU, THE STUPID HIGH PIECE OF SHIT CUNT THAT YOU ARE, DRIFTS INTO ONCOMING TRAFFIC AND SLAMS HEAD ON INTO A SEDAN LOADED WITH A FAMILY OF 4 ON THEIR WAY TO SOCCER PRACTICE OR WHATEVER DUMB PART OF YOUR CHILDHOOD YOU’RE MISSING
EMT’S ARRIVE, PULL YOUR STUPID SAGGY BODY OUT OF THE WRECKAGE WHO SOMEHOW MANAGED TO SURVIVE BY BEING VERY RELAXED THROUGHOUT THIS WHOLE ORDEAL BY BEING A STUPID DOPE HEAD CUNT. THE FAMILY OF 4, YOUR GIRLFRIEND, AND I ALL PERISH HORRIBLE FIERY DEATHS IN THE ACCIDENT YOU CAUSED THROUGH YOUR DAILY FUCKING EXISTENCE
I HOPE YOU STAY SOBER AND THINK ABOUT US IN PRISON EVERY DAY
I HOPE YOU SPEND YOUR LIFE HEAVY AND BURDENED
I WILL HAUNT YOU AND FOIL YOUR EVERY SUICIDE ATTEMPT TO PROLONG YOUR SUFFERING
I WANT IT TO LAST A LONG LONG TIME
I HOPE YOU WISH FOR DEATH AND IT NEVER COMES
I HOPE YOU LIVE TO SEE THE HEAT DEATH OF THE UNIVERSE // AND BEYOND//
FEELING A COLD LONELINESS THAT HAS NEVER BEEN FELT AND WILL NEVER BE FELT AGAIN
SO I WOULD SAY THAT YOU SHOULD HAVE BURNED YOUR HOUSE DOWN WITH YOU IN IT
BUT THAT WOULD BE TOO FUCKING NICE
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17. |
丢失 [LOST]
02:27
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