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The Demons EP

by Biotoxin

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1.
Delusional 02:03
Welcome to my life, engraved in the faces of these pages are my trials, tribulations, thoughts, poems, and my ideas, maniacally acted out in apathetic situations, wrapped in conclusion, and bound for your amusement, every drop of rain that pitter pattered on these street, pushed me into a bitter pattern on these beat, I can feel it coursing through my veins, its my blood, and when I peel skin all that drains is my love, I love, this heart beating in parts of meants, imparting parts, apartments i'm living in, a part I meant, the pity party parts of it, are parking lots for darkened thoughts, and all is dark inside the clause, a skeleton in my closet with jibber jabbing jabber jaws, rattling his bones in a shackled tune, I'm lost in the gloom of the afternoon, everything's surreal in a painted room, revealed revelations and epiphanies, this bitter broken industry, is killing inner artistry, a blood clot in the arteries, blocking creativity, of the artist in the heart of me, this volumes a journal filled with expressions, every chapter a cryptic with an underlying message, pay attention and you will piece the peace I'm painting, on the page is my epitaph, the only part of me that's truly left, I hope you read the scripture that's inscribed upon my tomb, all ye who enter there's a curse upon the room, the man who lies within is absolutely doomed, to live a life in hell and thanks to him, now you are too.
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I came from rock and roll, from Nikki Sixx to Axl Rose, an attitude out control, like Alcatraz the rock had rolled, out like the auto bots, out of years of cosmonauts, the halls of fame and comic cons, our conducts out in Kazakhstan, Boom, how the years go on, like a watch the gears turn on, darkened suits and shady shades, the men in black in black parades, coughing from the cancer cells, common knowledge cancer sells, in modern day society, chemo is the coffin nails, killing with their chem trails, living on their con sales, sipping on their drinks, with their shrinks, and their jail cells, how does it keep us safe, when the minds of the greats, are encased in a box, without escape or a cause, why is everyone appalled by the coffee in their cups, then everyone applauds when another bomb is dropped, what happened to humanity, and to common decency, indecently is fleeting me, in a theme of tragedy, Blasted harmonics, a round of gin and tonic, in-sighting visions of a villain, spewing bio-toxins Talking on a level, in a way i'm just a rebel, with a better vision for the world than that of greed and struggle, staring at the image crumble, now it's nothing under rubble, honestly we're all living a lie, sorry to burst your bubble, and every time I burn a bridge, the phoenix doesn't rise again, my thesis forged a malcontent, expressive nature pseudonym, if home is where the heart is, you can find me in the ink that bled onto the parchment, a home that I've departed, a twisted room in confession booth, that I confide in, perfect timing for an act of god to save the uninvited, that single thought is too ironic, cause the hand of god is so iconic, omnipresent, yet subatomic in my thoughts, and since I don't believe in god that thought is all I got, all my prayers are never heard, all the layers and the words, is it wasted effort on my part, is it undeserved? Pull back the barrel quick, or proceed to breaking hearts, like it matters if i'm sick, I got a casket for the end, so I pretend to be alive in a time where dead is whats in, and the latest fashion trend, got a soul to spend?
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Coming from the bottom of the black gulch, I battle with the devil to the end I'm raw, lacing my mind in my notebook spine, record needle on the edge of my eyes, a vinyl vision of the artist's curse, scratching every project cause I hate my words, and I wish they'd burn in the flames I've earned, scribble my rhymes just to find a verse, another broken mirror in the blackened rooms, land of the free where the demons shine through, I spoke it three times under every broken light, they stared at me and I stared at you, grab the broom as you swept the gloom, right under the rug, no light gets through, you push for things, we push for change, we're tired of being pushed into a cage, encased in a place with abrasive time, engraved in a blaze to invasive grime, enslaved in a wave of adjacent slime, depraved of a phase where the world is mine, mine, mine, the worlds all mine, in a long lost dream where the worlds not dying, if I had it in my hand, and I had it back then, well why can't I grasp any more than sand? and I can't stand in wake of waves, that flood my home in place of names, of people and their crave for fame, the walking dead of modern days, slam back shots of poisoned water, getting caught in pointless laughter, ruining a chance of a conscious moment, caught in the web of their own delusions, ahh, this insulting massive crime against the rhyme lords, auto tuned into a line whore, stealing knowledge from common core, it's the cigarette you lit, vendetta for, the poison passed your lips, metaphor, I'm losing the way that I look at the world, for the world that I live in is killing me more, in a way that a war would have worried a wart, in a ward of insane, who wore an award, a warp of classification, under the corrective political actions, of laughing and passing the silence of action, or drafting a massive reaction for the clash of the titans, running from the devil in my own mind, two left feet and I'm cursed to be tongue tied, to these words with a dream of a good time, but I first rehearse in the confines, ball and chain, shackled in a led filled grave, metal case, the river Styx is just a breathe away and I've embraced, turning off a motto let my head hang, all amontillado in the brick drains, kicking over drifts in a time frame, then framed on the wall of a blank stage, removing every smile off of my face, scrubbing every memory of this place, self-induced dementia with a hint of influence of, damned, dark and damaged, every dank, dead end passage, placing planks, in a pit of poisoned blanks, black and branded, every trace, talking tonics, in a tank of toxic contents, congregate, in my conscious, condensate to constant comments, caught in a lucid dream, between the worlds of kings and queens, insanely jousting jester themes, into the seams of broken springs, shrieks that the seraph streams, upon the foggy seven seas, assuming I'm another broken poet in a time where the world is alive with zombies upon it, can't you save me?
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Lost in time 02:57
The silence after the storm is deafening in it's true form, and everything that I have witnessed since I've awoken from the dead, has shown me just how badly I wished that I had stayed that way, how badly I wished closing my eyes could have made it all disappear, I could have spent eternity in that blissful stasis. Lost in the gleam of the pendulum swing, deeper in a rabid hole investing in me, infesting the seams with festering themes, I attest to a test, but detest what I think, and what I feel, and what I am, a Pandora box buried beneath quicksand, with a scorpion trap and a barb wire wrap, a lock and no key, and ready to collapse, I feel as I'm lost in time, these spinning hands of mine, the efforts too tiring, I'm almost done with trying, I'm a wild card with an ace in the hole, see me flying like a bat with the joker in tow, a bottle of pills I throttled my thrill, can you hear my laugh bones chilled to the soul? Ending up in different beds with brand new demons in my head, I shrug myself up to the mirror to see the face I've grown to dread, and to my surprise, my black and baggy eyes are heavy under brightened lights, from all the nights that I haven't slept, I feel as I'm lost in time, these spinning hands of mine, the efforts too tiring, I'm almost done with trying, Lost in time. Am I the only one who understands the feeling that we get, every time the anguish gets so bad we need a percocet, every time we find out bodies so filled with dread, it might as well be filled with lead, cause we're poisoned in the head, sun rises it's the dawn of the dead, broken hearts and bones of the zed, herds of sheep sent off to slaughter, demonic voices expend their laughter, oh, and I can't see, no, and I can't feel, no, and I can't stand all these spiders under my skin, I am the devil within, controlling his head, to the point where he's sick and can't think for himself, he's dead. Lost in time.
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6.
Demons 02:12
I've got these demons in my conscious, spending every single millisecond ripped apart it, eats at me like a rotten carcass, Hannibal Lecter in my apartment, I may just be a little unhinged, with a devil and an angel, I'm a jumper with a cable, spitting venomous, it's minuteness, isn't it? Am I really out my mind, am I truly out of time, can I even say I'm fine? ending every line in a rhetoric, spitting every way in the game I be killing it, put it in a grave in a way nobody getting in, Locking it. Demons, demons, I got these demons, haunting thoughts and all this screaming, demons, demons, I got these demons, tempting me into these feelings, I've got arachnids in my stomach, spinning and weaving all the webbing that we construct, crawl around my pitch black iris, mandibles tearing into my clamped eyelids, I may just feel a little confined, like I'm waiting in a prison, getting pushed up like a piston, it's suffocating, underrating everything else, someone save me from my hell, I'm trapped with no one but my self, I can't contend without some help, spending all my minutes on calling all my demons out, writing every conversation down on a rainy cloud, bringing out an altercation crown as to rule a crowd, iron fist.
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Every single night is a wasted dream, as I lay awake seeing shadows on the ceiling, they keep on coming back, what do they see in me? I can't breathe from the suffocation, drowning in a flooding prism, concentration, counting sheep, 1, 2, 3, I'm in misery, and it's hindering my sleep, I'd sell my soul at the crossroads to the sandman for a dream, cause it seems that every drop of sand makes the hours cling, like a needle dipped in ink, dipped in skin and back again, a permanent remark to the trauma, reminder etched in the back of my conscious, I'm a victim of chronic insomnia, my nights are getting groggier, I can't sleep, only scream, victim of chronic insomnia, these nights are getting foggier, is this sleep? Thanks for insanity. As you see it crawling, the virus infects the brain, shivers down the spine, poison through the veins, as I draw a blank mind, move so fast that it drove everyone insane, truth be told, the conflicted thoughts, I am the inflictor of pain, fractured by the time that's racing, dead bodies cover the basement, cause all the drugs that I've been taking, leaving me so twisted, and impatient to see the devil, I've been played with, yes I slay this, as I feel bliss from a demon kiss, or did I miss? No such thing as happiness, just the thought of fear, rolling through the air, woke up out of hell and realized nobody was there, Victim of, only scream, victim of, thanks for insanity.
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The Demons EP is a conceptual album that breaks the mold of what we define as music. Transcending beyond the limitations of genre to fully capture the true feelings of the artist.

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released October 17, 2016

Biotoxin - Lyrics
Prot.OG. - Instrumentals
Jonny Roberts - Electric Guitar
Recorded, mixed, and mastered at Labcabinoregon.

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Biotoxin is a Pop Metal/Metalcore group from Eugene, OR.

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