I'm Airan, 18 years old, and live in Britain. I love music and drawing. I "play" the keyboard and harmonica.
* Same for this.
This isn’t mine, it’s just easier to post it on my Tumblr than to plug my phone into the PC and move it. I’m gonna try to draw it; my computer table is too small for doing so. I use my phone to do so instead.
There once was a boy.
He didn’t make enough noise.
He left the wrong cleft and the best of them to destroy.
All the people that he tried to employ by being a voice.
‘Til he got stuck in the choice -
She said it was here choice.
Didn’t know exactly what to do.
Same hospital trip, different day; always something new.
Now what it had to do with, was the tragic music that plays when your spine sways in contusions.
Loses you; and it loses me too.
The flame flicker.
The liquor, and the brew, and the sicker ways that grew inside of the esophagus when you tried to kiss her but she only blew you with that tragic moment.
That tragic accident.
Is it really an accident if it’s supposed to be what’s happening?
Now you look at mother nature, and now you’re laughing ‘cos, it’s the only thing you can do to stop being psychopath and touching all the wrong parts of your body tonight.
Sorry if I have to hang myself to make you feel alright but I will.
‘Cos I know it’s my job, it’s my opportunity in the land of the free, home of the brave new world that’s losing me inside of my head.
I’m inside of your head too.
‘Til I’m dead ‘til this seed grows up and gets nephews and seek refuge.
Please don’t make me excuse you because my breastplate oozes the same goo -
You knew what was going on.
Why didn’t you tell me?
Why didn’t you tell me?
You’re the only person I actually know that can help me.
But don’t help me, help yourself first ‘cos it’s unhealthy if you’re my nurse and I can’t converse with anyone else -
Because my shadows grow too tall - the medals grow too tall so I’ll have to sit at the bottom level of the straw.
And I’ll sit there forever as long as when we breath we can put this all behind us -
We can find what we need.
We’ve, only been achieving - only been misconcieved and had enough of the rough and tough life we lead.
So let us all bleed.
And let us not breed if the seed is something we feel like we don’t need.
I have this feeling; it was mother nature.
Gave that little seed and that yearling his whole vapor.
He swallowed it down inside, no question it was that boy.
I can see it in his eyes; I can see that he could never hear the noise.
He was deaf, and mute; a mutant -
And ants inside of a colony try to salute, to statues that don’t, hold their pants, up to their belt waist, well down.
Melt like I felt the taste of your smell hell-bound.
Flesh, ripped now.
There’s no, interrogation -
The jury was hurting me and I was trying to stay in the snow.
I’m hiding underneath the only thing I know, that’s a cure.
It’s the white mirror that I see it, and I smell it; it’s pure.
It’s the flowers that I planted - the power that I give to another person.
I’m, trying to take down every hour and minute, like it’s all worthless.
I’m standing in this moment.
Demanding that my focus.
Will try and take the selfish ulterior terrier motives.
But it’s, holding me back, it’s clenching my flesh.
It’s holding me down, it’s got me at my best.
It’s my worst taste, I’m fucking standing with that judge -
Trying to push me off of the cliff - he gives me a little snudge - a punch - a push.
I fall, I teeter totter - I’m all over the walls -
Skin a scotta - the sky’s just splitting - it’s about to fall.
Here it comes, the part of the muscle that nobody’s got the trouble to undertake the underdogs from under the influence - agghh.
Stretch it out…
What’s it all about?
Three; that’s a magic number.
Moon Employer.
Nah, I’m not-we’re not really gonna do any songs.
Is that cool? Is that alright with you?
Thank you.
[Man, save the kids from the ignorance.]
We save them from the ignorance - we save them from the indolence and from the innocence and from the penetrating benefits.
And from all of the skeptic mystisism and all of the neglected wisdom and the eclectic visions.
That wreck incisions - the prosphetic limbs bend into the wrong space -
Why don’t you transcend - let the wind hit skin and then -
Only then will you be able to eat, will you be able to feel your fucking teeth when the flavourless meat’s ripped.
I cant feel my feet.
I can’t feel my balance.
I can’t fill my void.
I can’t build this palace.
My teeth are so weak.
They grind to eachover.
My peoples are blind.
My brothers and mothers.
[Stomach rumbling.]
I hold it, I controlled it.
I first revoked it.
But now that I’ve got a little bit older I know that it’s too hot to hold -
So I have to hope it, one day will cool down -
Wipe it with soap and scope without from a mile away out of town.
And then I took the chance and grabbed it anyway without the pot.
Hold us - yes now, that I’m holding’s gold.
Fist don’t, know, where my skin is going to grow back -
All I see is motherfucking bones - what?
Who is gong to control that?
Sticks, six, six headstones.
They wont ever break my bones.
They wont ever hang me from my own eternal mistletoe.
They wont ever put me on the little individual’s kind of a little invisible -
When you’re swimming in a little tiny, principle they can’t even see anymore it’s pain.
Thank you.
I do this, I can’t see, but.
I’m so sorry.
So unproportionate.
Cops are buzzing.
Always going on; is never silent.
Still can’t see where I’m going, even once I’ve taken off the blindfold. Sometimes I can remember that I put it on, other times, I recall it always being there. There was a title I heard one day, and I thought it was one of the few cynical truths of myself I had found; it was that of being an “educated consumer”. Why do I think I can find myself on the ground?
Kirino of Oreimo.
Threshold really low, below below.
[But a little… old, if you look at me when everything’s good]
Well yeah, why would I even look at this little thing; this thermometer that goes up and down.
I mean if that what… What - What if it, no temperature; that’s all it is.
Numb my skin. Help me say that I’ve got skin on…
Different places; frequencies.
Different places; stepladders.
Different faces.
Understanding to keep the right paces - it’s quite basic if you actually face it.
Maintain it -
And entertain the thought of being positive and and live for what we fought for -
And fight for what we live for.
Well whatever.
I can do whatever.
I’ve pulled so many levers my circuits ain’t all put together.
I wish they were.
But I can’t take another moment of bliss because if this occurs.
I’ll feel the wind on my lips and then burn.
I’ll feel a lot worse.
I’ll feel like my next bed is gonna be a hearse.
My x-head treats me worse.
It’s on a string - it brings away the singing birds.
Up on my string I do my thing on the mic’ just like a puppet -
Somebody controlling my softness; I just say “fuck it”.
On the stage, with Eyedea, Carnage, and my man Krane -
If you don’t, know this shit, then you don’t, know the aim.
Accurate, immaculate.
Ayo, check this word, word, word, word, word.
Actions to ‘em, like verbs -
Dig them herbs.
Ooh, I’ve got the urge, but not disperged.
Represent my most definite.
Your whack emcees get what they deserved.
Here we go one time for the stereo.
And a beer with the miracle.
Know how we go get in with the volume when we come get loud with the spiritual.
Ah, yeah; here we go, we’re you at? Make some noise.
Take me literal, or lyrical.
Mic’ ready for our boys.
Well I am, still I am -
Man on the mic’, with my man; Chris; represent.
Like we’re doing this thing with a mic’ and a hand.
What you gon’ do? Is he gon’ flow? Yo; let the people know.
Hide your elections to, show.
How are we gon’ trap this seed and flow.
Feel so empty, so empty.
But I’m fooling myself as the honesty replied when I see ‘em on the shelf.
The elves and Santa Claus, must have misplaced the presents.
Why am I standing there when my faces ain’t even exited?
You know I might as well slaughter all the elves in the North Pole.
Then give Mrs. Santa Claus a little of my soul.
Shit - trying to jack him for gifts sinking with ‘em at the boat.
No, we ain’t never had shit, so yo I’ve got more.
I mean turn them to ashes; skating past this.
Plus; treat him like already how he’s in my mind - he don’t exist.
[Hope every stays…]
[They love eachover]
Ah whatever I was just on some bullshit.
[Would’ve helped if you’d shut up.]
I’ll tell you what - it all feels profound.
Wish I was an infant.
[Wish I was a child.]
So I could stare at the shadows of belief and say “this isn’t real”.
If it wasn’t the appeal in the misprint - why not take a bite of the dessert before the meal?
Is this real?
Is this what you wanted to feed me?
Is this what you wanted to get your little baby - you pretty motherfucker.
Stuck, in a place between wanting to understand why you would even do it in the first place -
That was the wrong set, every day is my Birthday -
I’m an infant and I grow until I decay in the worst way -
But right, there at that point, when I will peak.
I will grab the climax and I will give it a kiss on the cheek and I will say -
“I’ll see you not in a week, not in a second.”
In just one second I’m gonna tell you how I’m gonna speak and just -
Let it all come out, through my dis… Swirl and stay -
Right there standing about two plus away from your face.
You can clutch it.
You can barely think it, touch it, grab it, stick it, plug it -
And they say you forget it, forgot it -
I’ve remembered how to forget; your name -
Now I call myself you and I play the sickening game.
This isn’t even intricate no-more - this is mischevious -
It’s the hero against the villian when he didn’t know where his children lived.
In the building he blew up.
Now what’s going on yous two? -
Stuck staring at the same person and singing the same song.
Sting him with stingrays that are long and -
Bust inside of your arm and you feel it in a car with your pride is staring to get warm.
Is it Karma? Is it chasing?
Is it bringing and bringing the borders?
Is it erasing my face from this place I called a soul?
I’m getting in my.
I’m getting in my.
I’m getting in my.
I’m getting in my scary state.
It’s only happening yesterday - I can barely wait.
Carry the weight, don’t bury me - I’m awake.
Don’t be scared of me, be prepared for me -
I taste the same way every parody tastes.
So marry me, wait -
Bury me under the lake and carry me to fate and make me feel like I’m not fake.
Make me feel like I really have a face.
Make me taste, ‘cos right about now - I don’t taste -
My taste buds are fighting eachover over the same negative space -
It’s repetitive waste and yet, I face - my tidal and my fate -
The tidal waves wont crash me today.
I wont let ‘em take me, because it’s mine now I’ve got my life jacket -
It’s called rubbing you with a smile.
And all I’ll do it is once.
Because I don’t have enough time to reconstruct all the things that fuck me up -
And if I did I’d say good luck - you can see me in the sky -
I guarantee one day your plight’ll get stuck.
What? Broken, open; molten lava.
The same thing that’ll watch ya, until it’s got ya.
And the second it’s got ya; it’s gotta do it’s thing.
That means the monsters in the bad dreams; you know; the bad scenes.
You know what’s going on.
It’s the same old shit.
It’s the fangs that grip; me on the side of my hip; when I don’t know how to live.
It’s the brains that hit; and it’s the stains of this and it’s the rain that hits and it’s the explaining the entertainer shit.
And it’s about trying to maintain a grip and it’s about trying to be out of my mouth don’t; live.
If you can’t live right, if you can’t live right.
If you can’t, get upward to the highest and drop right.
If you can’t fall like; you were supposed to; I’m gonna have to say that I don’t really even know you.
I do not oppose the things that you were trying; you were lying; you were dying; who was flying; suicide is not an option -
Please don’t leave me now, please don’t leave me down and please don’t leave me with this crown and please don’t leave me with this frown -
And please don’t feed me; please don’t feed me, that would not be all that easy; that would not be all that easy…
Yeah… We’ll. (Too much TV)
Not be that easy ‘cos I know the world needs me.
Knocking over bottles of water; I tell you; save yourself from the horror.
Hope that you live tomorrow…
Here’s my sorrow for all the fallen soldiers.
… Slapping emcees, tell ‘em all to look the other way that we’ll be flipping when I’ve gone with Eyedea and friends; we’re in the motherfucking house.
We need to kick it like; that, I - flip - that - shit - I - bust - so - many - styles.
Move - it - back - here - pull forth from the back when I attack the whack I -
Slap the whack back with a motherfucking Gat when I blast…
Never will they last doing the task before they ride their bike home; respect the laugh -
Respect the wrath.
Dead or be kicking motherfuckers are ending up in a bloodbath.
(Wow)
It feels good to be right on the towel; face down, put the bass down now.
Where’s the answer?
Can I walk in?
Get a chance to, get your mind?
And expand to; “Shit, I’m ugly”.
Feeling handsome.
What can I say God from my grandma?
That’s why I talk country country grammar.
This shit, I spit, to the slammer.
With the Santana; off the head grammar; ay.
Bounce up, up, up, up up, up; and don’t come down.
Fuck gravity; gravity don’t come around.
Represent this shit; amazing the sound.
Zits insist, never been distressed when I start; leave no witnesses -
From the heart; air from the brain; how can I maintain what I could play?
(Felt bare.)
With this sick kid I flip this witness, emcees aren’t able to get with this it’s -
Motherfucking that we making don’t look like this is when I grab the mic and spit shit.
Exercise the farthest for the fitness; rep’ with this I freestyle and fucking rip shit.
All I wrote was smoking represent just like earsome token.
- But they know I’m about to head off the head -
Head off emcees - they get cut off like I’m on the top of all you lost.
But motherfuckers are stepping to the mic’; it’s open but you all just lost.
Monstrous with the freestyle can’t nobody fuck with all of us.
Represent like “Yo, we on the bus”.
This is the way we go on and…
(Come with a fight, come to the top…)
Eat me - I mean; beat me - I mean take me down and releive me - I mean; repeat these styles when I breath I thought that someone’s gonna leave me -
Someone’s gonna leave me…
Of course someone had to feed me all the time.
The course wouldn’t matter at all.
(Baby…)
(Back on the scene)
The time, the time.
The ceiling, it’s falling, it’s falling.
It’s calling, it’s smiling, it’s feeling it’s own psyche; residing, residing.
Do you want it? Ay yo; I’m on it.
Lots of demons in this vomit.
Bit confused, ay yo; in the maze.
Representing in the maze.
Snakes that whither on the path of this place.
Represent, like it’s your last day.
Wonder who gets in now.
Who we winning?
This shit I spit; so persistent.
Got to choose a higher path; inspire wrath -
Emcees; they whack I’ve got to laugh when I be -
Hearing their flow - don’t wanna be hearing their flow; was a miracle yo.
Taking one and I; rip them up -
You ain’t nothing motherfucker; no it ain’t us you’re one over; yeah -
Shit - jumping outta my skin - I fooled them.
I’m on a fucking stage with six real men.
(Yeah; we don’t give a fuck)
(We don’t give a fuck)
Six real men.
(We don’t give a…) [x12]
(One a day) [x2]
(I give her good luck)
(I’m never gon’ find it… I’m too blinded) [x5]
I give her good, give her good, give her good luck.
Give her good.
Give her good.
Make it ever so.
Don’t rock on the wood.
Don’t ever forget to be good.
Do everything that you should.
Don’t ever…
(Ban everything; don’t ever think.) [x5]
Don’t ever lay, in a bed of thorn roses.
(No-one told)
Trying to find the lame.
(Ooooh, ooh)
In a bed of thorn roses.
(No-one told)
Don’t ever think.
Don’t ever think that everything…
Can make the sky split when my eyelids are closed and the phone rings.
Don’t ever think about blinking.
Don’t ever even think about thinking if you’re not thinking for the right reasons.
Stay calm, and let your teeth hit eachover.
When the other palm did no harm.
But you still felt, like you should take the other cheek.
Bite the other cheek, think of your mother this week.
(Turn to your)
Think of how you’ve, uncovered, the sleeping.
Think of how you’ve discovered how the relationship needs deepening.
Think of how you’ve been under, the whole fucking ceiling.
Trying to raise up; trying to teach what you’re teaching.
But you weren’t leeching; onto the right progress.
So your word’s speaking for yourself or no-one else none the less.
It’s OK, speak for you, I eat your words to digest them.
And when they come out, they look exactly like you.
So that’s the only place they have to be, spinning down the porcelain goddess with the contorted’s, honest proportion of, how to obviously be lost.
Don’t tell me what you have to tell me because I already thought how to think for myself -
And once I found that place I took that place and made it my own personal smiley face on every day.
And that’s the only place, that I wanted to stay - the grass grows - eventually it dies and my bodies’ decomposed as hay.
I know the roses sway your way - that’s why I wanna walk in your doorway and see more of what you have to say - but it’s OK.
The noose can swing back and forth - left and right.
It doesn’t matter as long as the recipe feels like life and destiny’s right -
If not - stop testing me like; I don’t have my goals and I don’t understand the inside of my, pen - mic’ ride slow down these tracks.
Down the streets, down the tracks; tackle; put tacks on the places you wanna stick me.
And once you find the map; write all over my face.
Tell yourself pride’ll be black tomorrow -
Sorry for the waste of your time.
Sorry for the waste of your time.
But I’m making it mine even if it is not fine.
My time is yours.
You know know what I’m talking about you on the floor
The world wasn’t built for these tragedies.
It’s a pleasure, I feel like everyone had a good time; we did too.
Seems to be working now, can’t you see my big smile.
Sell things you steal from me, praise God he found the key now.
No, pain…
Think you can judge me now? I’m not your perfect child.
Nothing is wrong with me, nothing on all of my skin, I’m going girl over a crazy now…
No, pain…
One day.
Thought you could taste like me.
Some day.
Those trains got the rail inside me.
Ashamed.
Bet your perfect timing.
S’okay.
Tell those if I don’t try…
One day.
Thought you could taste life.
They’ll need to push my blood back, make my dizzies gone.
Little kitten hear my mousetrap, scratch your own skin off.
Little practice makes me perfect, I’m a perfect shot.
Little ego does the right thing even when it’s wrong…
Low speaker push my blood back ‘for I make you gone.
Little people cross the train tracks, blew there big heads off.
Little practice makes me perfect, I’m a perfect shot.
Little ego does the right thing even when it’s wrong.
All your saviors make you work while your angels watch you bleed.
I can be your dawn and devil and everything in between.
My gun is empty and it’s summertime forgets to fill.
I don’t wanna kill you but I will.
She thinks sex might murder lines.
I’d be goofing at her clothes.
She’d smear ‘em to death fly paradise and calls a castle home.
Come on alone.
Come on alone.
Come on alone.
Come on a- cold can rescue, broken glove, bless her crush.
She thinks her docter’s Jesus Christ.
She must not like my song.
She paints a side and picks a fight.
Like she shows it better cold.
Come on alone.
Come on alone.
Come on alone.
Come on a- cold can rescue, broken glove, bless her crush.
She thinks sex might murder lines.
She’d rather breath than blow.
Come on alone.
Come on alone.
Come on alone.
Come on alone.
Come on alone.
Come on alone.
Come on alone.
Come on a- cold can rescue, broken glove, bless her crush.
Boyfriend, girlfriend, Jameson, Vicodin.
Life under pressure, you take death over selfishness.
Forever never again when loser draw -
Blood sever all ties from wrist to rush, I hope -
It’s not too much to pride me for my promises.
Coughing up my cramps, I can taste the iron in your honesty when -
Forced puppydog eyes cry placebo rain.
The hatred still flows just like it was the real thing.
You do your magic on a voluntary amputee - couples eat together sleep and fuck eachover’s self esteem.
Wire me shut. Let the rate of implode increase, I can push harder these zits never bleeds.
I’ll be your sister, we’ll kiss by the creak.
Dumb enough to let your silence talk me into a speech.
Jump to conclusions, fall between the cracks.
See the smile slip off your face and put it’s hands around your neck.
It kills two birds for the price of one happy hour, bad day; good times are for the numb.
We’re chasing the paradise without a pulse anticipating seizure sleeping with your hand inside my mouth.
Avoiding your soft spots so hard…
Interesting, even more than what they said it would be…
Control is your art.
