Chorus, by Ripdae La Wise: Hai-ku, high high Ku, they slaughter themselves across the room. Licking triggers to seal a fate, stuck with some of the wildest breaks. When red is go & green is stop the end is a forest of blood. Killer or not? Hai-ku, high high Ku, they slaughter themselves across the room. Licking triggers to seal a fate, stuck with some of the wildest breaks. When red is go & green is stop the end is a forest of blood. Killer or not?
Verse 2, by Ripdae La Wise: In a field of wheels in melancholy through allies, shattered legs collect their organs from orphans, so the Ku stops to be noticed, looking on to snatch, then the walls showed inept. A drugged gang holds on tight to their fangs, and silly are the alarms ringing self destructing fish of hate, of course the catch seems like something to eat, & this is all behind their planet's colorful cheeks, no leaks. The darker the inside the brighter the out reach.
Chorus, by by Ripdae La Wise: Hai-ku, high high Ku, they slaughter themselves across the room. Licking triggers to seal a fate, stuck with some of the wildest breaks. When red is go & green is stop the end is a forest of blood. Killer or not? Hai-ku, high high Ku, they slaughter themselves across the room. Licking triggers to seal a fate, stuck with some of the wildest breaks. When red is go & green is stop the end is a forest of blood. Killer or not?
Verse 3, by Ripdae La Wise: A windpipe has been broken, and with it went a reminder of being fat, the scenario's room is an inviting lilac and of course the odor is a reminder of a abnormally cold night in August. Year is 1597, Caravaggio is standing in front of you, you are staring at him, & in response he is looking at your futuristic stomach while you are now existing as a black Teletubby. You start slicing off bits of yourself, you give him some of your flesh, he chews it, swallows, "yummy."
Chorus, by Ripdae La Wise: Hai-ku, high high Ku, they slaughter themselves across the room. Licking triggers to seal a fate, stuck with some of the wildest breaks. When red is go & green is stop the end is a forest of blood. Killer or not? Hai-ku, high high Ku, they slaughter themselves across the room. Licking triggers to seal a fate, stuck with some of the wildest breaks. When red is go & green is stop the end is a forest of blood. Killer or not?
credits
from Nothing in the abyss surprises me,
released October 27, 2017
Composed by Ripdae La Wise.
French guest vocals performed & written by Carl Yvan Prévil.
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