Major Drum Instinct Album Notes | My Lyrics

 For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.    

 Conditioned toward the value of money.

Conditioned toward the value of power.

Conditioned toward the value of compeition.

Conditioned to be Chaotic. 

 I am noctneral in a chamber enhaling toxic gases. My mental presses me to go as deep as Kangus Khan. Envisioning the world Kubla Khan, I see it all, exploitation of the masses by the sinful masters. A monster that spreads fear in the entire anatomy across society, now understand my anxiety.

 

 But I am not free, forever lost at sea. Seek human judgment. But I find an unescapable battle, I now place myself above all, I wanta rebalance the walls. The unbalance left me in thrall, shit I continue to fall.  

The savior is gone, stuck in a system of fear, hate, sex, violence, murder. Yell with rage. World in a rampage. Chaos coming our way from the Masters exploitating the world into a subliminal state of constrainment.

 Humanity is gone. It has fallen into the bewilderened mind of the blind. A false reality sanctioned toward physical goods that provide our value. The tension for attention is the major instinct. I am distinct, I’m a lone wolf walking through the abyss. No way of escaping the locked sanctioned system of anguish.  I am an enigma! My stigma supports societies paradigma! 

Listen Mother Fucker. You Ain’t nobody Mother Fucker. Stop it Mother Fucker. Please Just Stop It!

Who am I? I’m a one man army in the depths of hell. A slave answering the cultural bell, a zombie who found his sacrifical lamb searching to escape this valley of the damned.  

 I’m the revenant, Forever lost by the world of man,  My Major Drum regins from above, my eyes twindle on a universe of escaping this curse. Fucking Shit always gets Worse! I now contemplate what I actually mean, my human brain constrains me, the evilness begins to surround me, I want to change the world! But conditioned toward order and believing the neccessity of borders. I run to hide but stay in place, progress cannot be made, I am frozen in the tundra, the loss of hope has reigned similar to Ed Bell, institutionalized toward competition of achieving greatness, burying compeititors in my path. Tyrannical wrath against those who threaten my path.

The stroke of loss of hope has made me lose control of my inner self, now the sinful drum gains control, I’ve dug myself in a massive hole, My soul overtaken by arrogance, the instinct, foreshadows my industry, the question of civility crittically aprehends the ability to trust my own decisions, the bosses overpower our thoughts its no wonder there is uncontrollable amount of violent shots. Privileges are born into, not a developmental factor. Just ask our fucking Masters.

 The instinct of the masters avoid civilty through money, the dollar of the founders, creates an elite class of founders. We seek to become our Masters. The chaotic system has me explode, I no longer know where and who I am. I’ve become the underground man. My consious awareness threatens my existence. My instinct is the only factor keeping the small amount of life left in me. The instinct overrides my reasoning and saysss to me… 

Z, contemplate what arrogance can achieve, reestablish society, a universe built upon your individuality rather than on humanity, vanity is what you must accept, the inception of your identity will transform a dark dream into redirecting the system toward sovereignty.

Think of the history, the beginning has set forth to try and attain this powerful singular identity. Everyone takes the opportunity so why can’t you Z? Your power comes through the physical, not the transcendal. Do not branch away from the cosmoses. For moses feared the wrath of power, The broad greediness for power is what we awe, your life is meaningless until you understand that this is your purpose or you are nonexistent

 Jealously is within you, you cannot escape the trait, why must you wait, can’t you understand you will never escape? 

Everyone has pushed you off, or used you only to the benefit of themselves, your experiences are adequate of others using their major drum against you, so be a man, it’s about time you stop giving a fuck! 

Envision the vision of Big Brother power, you will own all hours, survivellance all with massive radioactive eyeballs with infinite powers. Your name written like Trump Towers, deaths no longer require flowers. 

This is what you should crave, the instinct to put others in their grave. Put them to rest, stick out your chest, Hang with upper-class crews that consume for you.  

This is a world of corruption a massive abuduction to the creative mind, but you’ll find nirvana through this entity. The world will esstentially become your identity. You will have the potential to reign as a castrated giant. The selfish decision is your true intention, you are forever frozen.  

The cosemtic difference between good and evil is difficult to decipher, I fight against it, I stand on a shambling fence trying to have a sense of my tense mind. The intensity is difficult to handle, but the everlasting question that lingers in my head

(Will I ever escape? I been asking God for answers but none have been answered. My portrayal of how I feel can not be recongized by no one on this Earth. Why must my dream be taken away? Oh why must my dream be taken away? Although my dream is gone, my grit carries me along. King is who I wish to be the question is which King will I be? I’ve been asking to win this holy war, but the allure of silence is the only thing I can adore. I realize now what I must do.

I am myself… I shall forever be myself…

I fucking carry myself. It’s no wonder why I fucking carry myself. Fuck help. Be a man, I’ll forever do the shit myself. I carry my own weight and trust no one expect my own stairway. Fuck it I am okay. And that’s all I’ll ever say. My mental is dispresed in radiowaves, an unanalytic systematic system that shall never be understood. 

 So stay away. A powerful day transmitted like a layaway I spray my experience of the bay

I wanted a sanctified beginning, but my journey was headed straight to hell, I don’t know how I would journey my way back,  Fuck it time will tell. 

I fell past the heat of hell. I’m frozen, numb to pain. I became insane and was stratled by death! I was lost, but my existence has been replicated by my family estate. A condition of trauma created a behavioral pattern of hate. The attention always dispresed away from me. I forever fear the existence of me. My second-thoughts are patterned by fear. The fear of judgment. The fear of failing. The fear of death. Assimilate across my nerves that directly reflect my identity. This fear strikes me more than anything! I am King Kong raging in my cage. Because Mother Fuckers screwed over by the wage. Drugs don’t help. The behavioral patern is reinforced and amplified.

You Backstabbed again? Damn get used to it Mother Fucker! 

 Injury plagued me toward insanity. I bust a mirrior so I could feel pain somewhere else, fell on my knees and slammed my fists on the bed, then I began slammin my head. The inner rage is instinctful. I forever rage against the machine.

 I continuelly concussed myself, the trauma made me lose my voice. I lost attention, power, and purpose. Mother Fuckers keep their drums! But they Ain’t shit without their money! A coward served best in a delighted way. Seek that object and portray in a valuable way! Your physical goods so important! Posting away about your accomplishments for the sake of pride. Addicted toward yourself and no one else. You say you ain’t scared (but you are). You say you ain’t selfish (but you are). You say you ain’t no liar (but you are). The only truth is your vanity. You hide your words outta spiteful fear. Stop telling me your an individual when you a seeker of lust rather than humility for others. Your toxic its no wonder why you stuck inside your gadget. Ya’ll are machines outputted to work on a conveier belt. Its no wonder why no one cares about anyone else.

Disgraceful Mother Fuckers.

 

 I’m Bound by the chains of my train, I am in immesaurable pain, I remember the sacrfices I’ve made, but bliss can only be attained through the aid of my instinct.

 I preserver and remise the possibilty of seperating my soul to a different abyss. I stand with my own hands and imagine a different plan. I am ready, I just need that proof, I’ve gotten no problems jumping off the roof! Just give me Proof! Just Give me that Proof! And I’ll be gone  (poof!) 

I Heard a Thousand Blended Notes, while in the grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring Sad Thoughts to My Evil Mind.