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Melogrammatic ft. dcb [prod. Lethal Low]

from The Confusion of Tongues by Psychoid

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Melogrammatic

I can get so melogrammatic.
Not a kid though, this is a habit.
Not a nun though I believe in magic.
Could be fun to fill up the basket.
In your head, if you silence the racket.
Mind will spread, and once it’s extracted.
It will dig deeper than roots and maggots.
This is the tactic,
find everlasting and tap in.

So melogrammatic…
I find my words multiply when I’m feeling drastic.
When my thoughts are tragic,
that’s when I eradicate
all the space that is on the page,
telling patience to “Get out the way.”

But my latent sense of grace
hasn’t extended to the face
that I see in reflective surfaces
shining as I habitate.
And I gravitate,
towards a wordy vernacular,
choosing spectacular words,

hiding irregular nerves
that all feel so absurd,
because I know what I feel
and I know what is real on earth

almost all of the time,
but often something in my mind,
makes me question my
connection to the sky.

It’s not a crime but damn it’s a grind
to feel the need to plant the seed,
to make them recognize
what’s behind the eyes.
The ever present consciousness
from which we are devised,
not some idolized
Magician.

They say that it is written
in all the holy books of all the holiest religions
that we are the children
of some righteous father.
Yeah, they say we’re made of him
but we don’t even bother
to consider the metaphor.
Consider it’s better for
a considerate interpretation
littered with interpolation
between the thighs of a queen divination
the birth of an esteemed inspiration.

And that’s each one of us
we come from the stuff our holy mother had wondered up
not the part of us one sees
not our physical bodies
that came from monkeys
but the part of us that’s deeper
making art from nothing just to try to see it clearer.
So when you take a long look in the mirror
you can see her

at the bottom of the beaker
going unnoticed by all these chemistry teachers
egos all bloated by the blemishes
the knee-jerk reaction
we can fashion
a bastion
to pack in
dissatisfaction
this it has happened.
Building up walls of reason.
A fortress to be in.
A shield against deeper truth.
Yeah, it’s in season.

I can get so melogrammatic.
Not a kid though, this is a habit.
Not a nun though I believe in magic.
Could be fun to fill up the basket.
In your head, if you silence the racket.
Mind will spread, and once it’s extracted.
It will dig deeper than roots and maggots.
This is the tactic,
find everlasting and tap in.

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from The Confusion of Tongues, released September 30, 2020
vocals, guitars, production - Psychoid
vocals - dcb
production - Lethal Low

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