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The New God​(​s)

from Burnout Theory by Lost Moniker

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Sitting drinking liquor as I choke on the smoke,
I'm cold watching whores shovel coke up their nose,
they lifted singing laugh's that they grabbed from this powder,
found god's in a dime bag while I'm callin' em' cowards,
they grabbed an escape, while drink's clinkin' for cheers,
paralysed to a substance cause it's crippled their fears,
nose candy got her standing like something is sweet,
til' that taste of regret has her fucking to eat,
floats to their brains strange thought's turned to bliss,
this chemical romance is that father they missed,
Agnostic their talk but they're callin' to god,
when this prophet they lost swallows their thoughts,
my generation grown into barely grown children,
twenty something do-nothing's married on' feeling's,
you're sad, too mad? take a pill for your troubles,
til' you double your dosage stop feeling your struggles,
but who am I to judge while i'm guzzling buds,
fuck sluts to escape like that substance they snuff,
But these kids having kids in a cycle that broken,
So I sip my liquor until I'm finding my omen...

I'm hoping the future is a place of destruction,
so the structure we're stuckin'll get replaced with adjustment

I'm always thinking of the end, the end is all that I fear,
struggle means nothing when your fucking coffin is here,
I don't know if god exists or I've been missing his signs,
if atheisms right and the religious are blind,
but what's to believe, I've seen death in my youth,
til' I grew older hopin' that my deaths never true,
but maybe these truths aren't truths when you die,
and your eyes are fleshy nothings that'll prove it's a lie
and through nothing there's something that'll prove the divine,
and this structure we're stuck in is a muse for the blind,
until then, I'm blinded by the prophet of youth,
pretending that transcendence is a bottle of booze

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from Burnout Theory, released September 19, 2017
VOCALS: Lost Moniker
BEAT: Liberal Shimmering

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Lost Moniker is that dude who talks in third person cause all you other mother-fuckers type like that in an attempt to sound professional. However, Moniker (I) would like to tell you that he's a hip hop artist who loves crafting new and unique music. Moniker's music is unlike other artist's you have heard before... His witticisms and lyrical ability are unmatched. That sounds fancy, now go listen! ... more

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