Track Name: The disadvantage of eating mashed potatoes out of a rice bowl with chopsticks
Are you ready to take part in this machine? Or is it just the pressure of the congener that turns you into a soldier, fitting for battle.
For this time I flip the coin and refuse to iron these folds. Like you refuse to ask me why my intentions are aberrant but yet pure.
Forcing yourself to admit will have more pain involved than surrendering to this sick mechanism.
That's the reason you keep reaping what you sow, without even reflecting on the soil that can have so much meaning. For anyone but yourself.
Track Name: Rackmoth
Treacherous looks gazing right in your face.
Striking lightning with their eyes. Rays of death, aiming for what you hold deep down inside. Your most precious belongings.
Prying eyes trying to unlock your fortress of secrets, with no shame involved. Looking for a window into your internal maze. Just to plunder and raze it in black flames. Erasing truths and replacing them with generic lies.
Track Name: Superaidstiger
I've been cruising this jungle for way too long. No longer being dreaded for spreading striped fear. Through black vines pouncing, lurking from the shadows. The moon lighting my breath. Rip to spill, strike to maim. Soil turns red. Spreading blackness through my veins. Cursed by thorns.
Track Name: Sleepless
As the black gloom unfolds. The unsung celestial opulence staring right in the face of a spellbound soul. Curious and hungering.
Enraptured by a feeling of insignificance, reverence and awe.
Shimmering luster in the ocean of night.
As lightning fills the sky ungraceful, the roars of thunder withstand to resonate.
Well lit silence, ringing in my ears. Mirroring my eyes.
Alchemy for photographs, archetypes for sorrow.
Lines leave behind a doubtful mess, like troubled melodies.
Speeding, thumping heartbeats.
I need my body to be yours.
If you like Punchline Hunting Season, you may also like: