invasivesurgery(prod. by lost soul)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

hook:  stranded

verse 1:  rpm the brown robe

verse 2:  stranded


prod. by lost soul



hook: [stranded]

this ain’t operation
even if
you don’t touch the sides
with the tweezers
you can’t place emotions
inside another creature
it ain’t up to you
how another might receive you
and you don’t have a right
to be bothered by it either


verse 1: [rpm the brown robe]

that’s right
like what happens at those edges
carefully tended
how many passes until it renders
first
eye must ask
what emotion is he stuck in
one has him something chosen
coming up with nothing
NO
no discussion
claiming love
but as of yet
no discovered function
also no obstruction
just reintroduction
of our instruction
it’s the story we tell ourselves
of the god children
that emotion
well ok
emotion spoken
left me awoken
stepping away from mic roasting
my flow fix erosion
bow in the symposium
what are those two doing
remote viewing
poets chivalric
moving the ruins
to brew them down and unglue them
why would you ever have to subdue them
as an ideal
there’s no need to tell another self
how my i feel
that’s MY deal
used to reverse what EYE will construe
let go to reveal
and just enjoy the ill interlude
present like a ninja do
stepping like a bag of dust
escaping
through the earth
that you plummet to
i don’t know
duck
inside the visceral
grab the wheel for a while
thanks dog
i need my eyes healed
y’all thought words
weren’t supposed to be this dope
y’all thought words
were just something to quote
words are only worth
what they mean to YOU
in the hands of the fool
the heart a tool

or a harpoon
call the physician of the soul
someone’s attempting
to sell the gold
for what quickly grabs for goals
what it promotes
we should all be invoking
the figure in the boat
being a good beacon of hope
and making his way
‘cause
it’s the only way
keeping the pace with present moment
stoking the flame
of ardor
guardian
harnessing
ominous consonants
that left the continents
with more opulence
if i go anonymous
does it matter whose hypothesis
make this clock tick
tick
how could consciousness ever obsolete
yes
when you’re boxed in
correct
very good
here’s a star for your competence
i’m so grateful
for remembering to free fall
through some bottomless
pitiful economist
of the necropolis
prophetless
colorless
taste of the autumn mist
bzzzzzz
too close to the edge


eye almost lost my head

rare moments
caught inside a frozen dread


verse 2: [stranded]

what’s below is dead
all is dark
know the ledge
i know my head

sorrow haunts
loneliness

my heart is strong

i fall apart
exploding lead

shadow farms
i wander lost
on a slow descent
that’s startled by a scarp
where the smallest spark
grows instead

fuel for my soul
is
you wouldn’t know

i’m moved
by the movement of those
who trivialize their significance
as some gratuitous role
minimizing the truth
of their own beautiful souls
they live in alternate dimensions
misconstruing their glows
how is it
that such exuberant gold
can be reduced to nothing
by the very alchemists
who produced it alone
chiseled brilliant jewels
from the most useless of stones
but i suppose
some views are remote
a breathtaking palace
seen through the fog
produced by its moat
its bridge drawn
when you are too close

whatever horrors
slither underneath a life form
don’t solely determine
the whole
an observer’s eyes form

i can’t speak
for what the eyes of others
can achieve
but as for me
what i discover’s canyon deep

i scan beneath
and see the vines
that wriggle into place
the hands that seek
to extinguish their shine
asphyxiate
an abunDANCE of light

smothered by a single shade
it’s all perspective
it’s obstructed
‘cause YOU’RE in the way


just think of a projector
and the film displayed
and how much of a difference
just putting your hand over the lens
would make

just lift it up
and let the picture
rush against a wall

warm yourself
so the ice shelf you’re stuck within
can thaw

far more difficult done
than said

that is true
but it will NEVER be done
if that’s your attitude

whatever happens
within your well
attacking you
no one else will
or has ever felt that magnitude

you need to practice
showing YOURSELF more gratitude

for all the things
that YOU ALONE have powered through
when performing internal inventory
you have to be GENUINE
and take note of BOTH
the POSITIVE and the negative

for
what lurks within
no eyes without can see
it’s a fixed position
insofar as how it’s seen
so
look around
see it ALL
like an owl can see
only then
can you evolve
to the heights of alchemy
POUND your wings
against the wind WITHIN
ascend
explore the sky
there’s so much more
within your glass
than what YOU pour inside
but i can talk
’til i’m so parched
my vocal cords are dry
if you won’t allow yourself
to see the truth
behind what i describe


hook: [stranded]

this ain’t operation
even if
you don’t touch the sides
with the tweezers
you can’t place emotions
inside another creature
it ain’t up to you
how another might receive you
and you don’t have a right
to be bothered by it either

puzzlepeace(prod. by episodic)

written and performed by stranded


prod. by episodic



….can you picture your world
conjure stimulants
eyes SMACKED
by vociferant
lack of indolence
the substantiation
of conceptual images
the ultimate realization
of theoretical fingerprints
roots stretch and twist from a tree
to strengthen their bond
with what exists at their feet
covalent claws
both dig and accrete

the evanescent reflection
electronically
what if death
is but the outset of an odyssey
that lasts exponentially longer
than all that it’s following

and up to the point of dying
we aren’t even blossoming

could death be the entrance
the foot of the next dimension
when you beat the game
is that it
or do you just get the next system
move to the newest console
on this infinite expedition
is continuing’s only limit
pushing reset or quitting
the advent of fission
kaleidoscopic explosion
paths multiply
unfolded
a timeless ronin
fictitious science pulses
provide emulsion
these ideas
go inside his dome
not unlike hypnosis
to congregate
with his own philosophic notions
like five lions
with pilots inside
controlling
synopsis-wise
bottom line yo
my mind is open
so get the fuck out my face
with your gods that close it
the religionless
ayahuascan genesis
a magnifying glass
cast inside a vastless emptiness

a paradox
like parallactic instances
without the position you’re seeing from
being different

such is the nature
of disorienting stimuli
when you decide
what light goes in your eyes
that world is emphasized
asleep imitating awake
dreams reiterate
zooming in
on what’s currently
the peak of your mental state
the symbolic interpretation
of your mind’s reverberation
my soul’s lost
only so called monsters
lurk my wavelength
my whole squad’s mysterious
stars
ghosts
swamps
and pyramids
my levels of madness
are myriad

i conjure fictional realms
and disappear in them
when i look at myself
i wonder
which one of me’s
where the mirror is
what if any reflection
is a potential nexus
to commandeer the ship

close proximity
between dimensions
causes atmospheric shifts

i lack experience
with behaving inauthentically
so
while our lives unravel
inside a cage
intrinsically
i escape through entropy
by way of syncope
i add the weight obligatory
to gravitate to things that interest me

i adhere to a strict code
of ’THIS IS ME!!!’
rewire undesirable systems
to configure peace
meticulous stitch work
with roughshod iron thread
covered in blood
i weave untouched across a lion’s den
your soul will know no grave
don’t be so afraid to die within
a low point
is ALWAYS a place
from where one might ascend

whatever glow that i may generate
the light is dim

you don’t know where i have been
i’ve suffered life
granted brief serene instances
my anguish panoramic
with few peaceful intermittences

sparse moments
that make ingrained impressions
strong enough to form a smile
that won’t evaporate in seconds

i inhabit worlds
where ALL happiness is threatened
buried beneath unnecessary casualties
too fecund

so much bullshit
interferes with what is beautiful
i want to die forgotten
just disappear
fuck a funeral
there’s true power in how i feel
real love’s immutable
energy is constant
it just veers from the usual
perhaps that force
could be more appropriately utilized
if it underwent the transformation
death’s cocoon provides
or perhaps not
perhaps that type of love’s
a fucking unicorn
that’s only found by poachers
whose motive
is just remove the horn


hook:

it’s unfortunate that love
is considered to be so sinister
something so macrocosmic
rendered to be so miniature
fuck those
who choose to see filthiness
where there isn’t dirt
those with such lenses
are condemned
to only witness dearth
what is seen
is not quite
what constitutes an image
what lurks behind the optic nerve
might pollute your vision
it’s YOUR responsibility
to conquer your suspicions
and see what’s right in front of you
despite predispositions
it’s unfortunate that love
is considered to be so sinister
something so macrocosmic
rendered to be so miniature
fuck those
who choose to see filthiness
where there isn’t dirt
those with such lenses
are condemned
to only witness dearth
what is seen
is not quite
what constitutes an image
what lurks behind the optic nerve
might pollute your vision
it’s YOUR responsibility
to conquer your suspicions
and see what’s right in front of you
despite predispositions

pswordplay(prod. by lost soul)

written and performed by stranded


prod. by lost soul



when the nights are cool
i elude the discomfort
that encumbers my solitude
for
the heat rips it asunder
as if it’s a grim hunter of molecules
however
this beat
ascends combustion of fossil fuels
and in that particular instance
i approve
that’s the only kind of heat i like
when i walk the street at night
headphones squeezing tight
like pythons that need a bite
i feel like i got the power cosmic
like norrin radd
this is what arises
when you’re caught
in purgatory’s grasp
shadowalking
with a fast evolving
vast explorer’s staff
cataloging all the data
that he passes on his path
as this happens
if you could see atoms
as they form a mass
they would appear
as entire galaxies
flashing forward fast
like starships in hyperdrive
stars turn to stripes and lines
he’s taken to a world
in which
he’s drawn to his rightful mind
that’s lost giving sight to blind
a gift of unimagined worth
his beats invoke involuntary flames
like when a dragon burps
it’s like fray
despite being
split in half at birth
finding a way
to still slay
unknowingly attracting lurks
surviving
with no understanding
of why they’re always after her
and all of this
while trapped in a future
where no magic works
within her
lies this stimuli
that even she barely knows
driven by an inner eye
vision rises from her very soul
there are those
who are so distinct
they feel like they’re alone
who
when surrounded
a mountain of people
is like a barren hole
so
so as to signal other kindreds
who share their woe
they foster this inner strength
to generate a glaring glow

their whole radius
mightily shoving all at once
layered pulsation
their light production
as strong as suns
but these beams
can only be seen
with certain eyes
by unique beings
with the sort of minds
that diversify
one can only become
truly immortalized

by carving a place for themselves
in their observers’ minds
they must do things
that cannot be ignored by time
so those who witnessed their deeds
tell their stories before they die

there’s always some external source
that calls forth my rhymes
an oblongata body of water
with swords inside
my thoughts are sharp
and to the point
devised
my skull’s like a porcupine
i walk a distorted line
in alternate world divides
chimeric
i’m the result
of multiple worlds combined
trapped behind mirrors
that hold what’s before my eyes

i am what’s reflected
off a surface
multifaceted
a blend of several
imperfect blurry photos
shattering

i don’t see life
quite the same
as most imagine it
i traipse alone in labyrinths
containing no inhabitants

wandering through mazes
within a maze
that’s cartographicless

on an ageless quest
to roam the aimless roads
where shadows live
cold
cavernous
chasm
imaginative
light flashes
and life happens
by aggregate
actions collide
and travel through time
like happy accidents
attached and tied
elaborate designs
comprise the fathomless
conjured
incurred
thoughts emerge
eventuate
the bubble you’re in
is constructed by what you intimate
its structure
illustrates its origin
your mental state
so be mindful
of what it’s absorbing
as it inflates

you may terraform an atmosphere
that you can’t tolerate
trapped inside a hostile habitat
that you cannot escape
a jungle
within which
you must survive
sprung from little seeds
collapsed by danger
the maturation of your decision trees
so tread with zero gravity
if that’s at all possible
mark my words
or not
if they’re just a grain of salt to you
i point at brains
unconscious
shoot

i just aim to offer truth
but perhaps
you don’t put forth effort
when taking off your fruit
this world provides agonies
custom-made
all for you
attachments
that perhaps
the sufferer may not remove
but there are some unfeigned comrades
who can pluck the pain and loss from you
of course not entirely
but much will fade far from view
the vague chain reaction
of vivid psionic sorcery
distinct interpretations of lenses
that all but orphan grief
a peek behind the curtain
an author
contrite
indeed
long ago
misdiagnosed
monsters that like to bleed
while i’m peace
both
with how i chose TO
and NOT to proceed
one shouldn’t treat
discarding their instincts
like a trivial deed
despite the fact
that either way
i write what i mean
certain times
that won’t suffice
my appetite won’t be appeased

i wish to keep a firm grip
on who i am
innately
the objective
to astral project from myself
to embrace me
the connectedness
of widespread individuals tethered
with the strength
of dimethyltryptamine-enhanced limbic resonance
a web of which
is threaded
with allosynaptic messages
e-netic rifts
between which
transmissions and receptions slip
braided on all scales
both macro and quantum levels stitched
a few are no match
for a slew of atomic specialists
we may all exist
in a truth
where the bottom NEVER is
on the top
sitting confused
such qualms are measureless
peering over the edge
of a growing hole
with deference
our souls longing for recompense
but fated to haunt the precipice
so seek
but don’t be so distraught
if you never find
a journey is defined by the during
not the finish line

skulleidoscopicmirrors[selfreflection](prod. by lucas ingram)

written and performed by a/void


prod. by lucas ingram



hook:

careful
how long you choose
to allow your eyes to penetrate
‘cause once you shoot
you’re bound to find
an abyssal gaze will ricochet
all throughout your mind
like a pinball
in an endless game
the most adept of swimmers
will find
they won’t surmount
against such waves
they drown inside
when all that is without
resides in disarray
although it may seem counter
double down your time within
and stay
when you encounter a mountainside
it’s a challenge
it’s not the end of days
something you set out to climb
not something
from which
you need to get away


verse:

calm yourself
when in a maelstrom
dissolve in
and peacefully welcome
the thrall you’re being held in
withdraw from being jailed in
embalm your freedom
from the coffin at sea
you’re being nailed in
your orbit
in its current
doesn’t got to be a tailspin
you’re being disrupted
by a world
at war with yours
you’re out of sync

you need to conquer
that distortion
and recalibrate
relieve the stress

hordes of molecules
in need of rest
nucleus-deep
fugitives from sleep
who flee arrest
an insomniac ensemble of atoms
that dream of death
nightmarish creatures
that bury their teeth
in obese neglect
even if it’s one
we wouldn’t necessarily expect
it’s our own responsibility
to observe any surface
on which
we reflect
it is those with special eyes
who specialize
in being able to recognize
the subtleties
by which
their course must be corrected by
you must leave the nest to fly
and face the threat
you may not best the sky
separatewise
your wings may as well
be on a penguin’s sides

presumed umbral depths
with a translucence expressed inside
a gleam sears its flesh
a sidereal death defied
such an image
will only find itself in eyes
that dare to be mesmerized
only those who decide to stare
will find the stairs
that will let them rise
to take the steps
mandatory
to create a case
many insects devise
the rampant chamber
their next transformation
is kept inside
if you’re not cautious
the things you examine
will cage you every time
if you allow
your worrisome thoughts
to expand
they will never die


hook [x2]:

careful
how long you choose
to allow your eyes to penetrate
‘cause once you shoot
you’re bound to find
an abyssal gaze will ricochet
all throughout your mind
like a pinball
in an endless game
the most adept of swimmers
will find
they won’t surmount
against such waves
they drown inside
when all that is without
resides in disarray
although it may seem counter
double down your time within
and stay
when you encounter a mountainside
it’s a challenge
it’s not the end of days
something you set out to climb
not something
from which
you need to get away