Liminal Space from Flux Populi by Chief and TheDoomsdayDevice

What is nostalgia for a place you’ve never been to?
Letting déjà vu move the spirits within you
Until they escape like a clip through
Vessels that phase past the walls of the venue
Only to continue existence eternal in the
Manifestation of an unread journal
A journey to the outer rim
Where they dim the lights
Then it’s all long kiss goodnight
Three lefts after you make the next right
When the light at the end of the tunnel’s behind you
Will find you on track to traverse the same black
From whence you came like some participant
In this particular round of the esoteric circle game
What a convoluted arrangement
Seemingly made in the name of nihilistic containment
To brew emotional estrangement

(CHORUS)

Kicking your control system into gear
With the flick of a switch
Or the press of a button
Modern man will fall in line like a summons
Slow burn turning into what feels sudden
Something tantamount to an uncanny valley walkabout
Not particularly in a hurry for this three man journey
Me, myself and I get by
While navigating where the bygone reside
Applied science fiction in the jurisdiction
Forced to face the forbidden like
Good riddance to another man’s treasure
No pleasure principle for this type of lost soul
Propagated voids to avoid
They create ways to exploit schadenfreude
Like some hot commodity
Prison of the mind heavy on state property
Each one in an isolated odyssey
Caught up in its own velocity
That’s gravitational autonomy
Frontier theology, locked in the box
With thoughts for a bit of inward cryptology

(CHORUS)

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• abstract
• all alternative
• experimental
• folk punk
• hip hop
• hip-hop
• indie rock
• noise
• political
• rap
• singer-songwriter
• underground hip-hop
• weird
• New Haven