So, there I was dreaming away this morning, when I imagined I was at work and on the radio was a song by Khanate (which is pretty unlikely anyway), except when I woke up I actually remembered the lyrics and wrote them down. It's not a Khanate song at all, although lyrically it's pretty close:



I have no idea what any of that means.

Yeah, but you've got to think of them in the context of the band performing them in my dream:

The return of OLD MAN GLOOM!

Thank you. Lol, it sucks. I was thinking about it the other day, and I cannot even remember what it might be like to not be overweight.

:(

I'm not really even aiming to be thin though, I'd just like to lose some. I happen to have a humongous frame so I'm not positive that thin would even be possible.

Been sick since Friday, haven't eaten much, I am losing weight, it's horrible.

Nice, I'm going to Iceland for a couple days in July, on my way to the US.

Never been, heard great things. It's not a big holiday, but it's nice opener to my crazy journey to Canada.

Yeah, a week is a day in real life, man.

Amazing human being, pretty much my life inspiration.
Defiance

Re-wrote parts and put it to a different backing track think it sounds better. If anyone wants I'll post a recording of me rapping it.

I’m so fucking disgusted, worlds distrusted,
Beautiful sculptures, precious objects, rusted
Cracked, broken, fuck it,
Take down all that we’ve constructed,
Amazes me how poetically incorrect,
A man is for liking a dick, erect,
Yet the subject is subject to neglect,

Maybe it’s time everyone should fucking reflect
Upon what they’re causing,
It’s boring,
Listening to the same shit pouring,
From your mouth and yet your fans are adoring,
Roaring, like a fucking lion,
Your bombs and our lives will be minus and plus ions,
Typically me, bringing in science,
To a poem about defiance
But fuck it, it’s time for noncompliance.

A wise man once said,
We’d all be better off if we were dead,
And yet, dying we’re filled with dread,
Inconceivable to us that instead,
Of a life of love and laughter,
We’ll benefit the world more from hereafter,
Still though our children run faster,
Stretch out there arms farther,
And one fine morning,
Upon ourselves our recklessness dawning,
An epiphane of our fawning
To those above as the ice is thawing,
A current, a tide sweeps out to sea,
And we’ll wish we could flee,
But we cant,
Our leg’s entrenched deep in the thick blood,
Of those who came before,
And then you’ll wish you hadn’t ignored,
The waning of a moon, the pull of the tide,
Sucking you in, you fight to scramble ashore,
But you can’t, and you won’t, because you’ll know it’s now too late,
And this world to which you have laid waste,
Lies broken under the feet of men, how does it taste?
The bitterness of defeat, your whole fucking world disgraced,
Your concerned about your face, your weight, your waist,
Yet now your fears are erased, gone with the sea and the tide,
To who will you confide? Your god, happy to commit genocide,
You’ll be about as fucking terrified,
As the men and women who you seek to conquer and divide,
For their beliefs and thoughts and the ones they love,
Your death will not be dignified,
I’ll ensure your fucking crucified,
You hear it now? It is prophesised by he you call most dear to you,
In a book you seem to misconstrue,