Land of the Fake

by Echo Tongues

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Cut me out for a piece of my own pie My body doubts the reasons I give it to cry I stand beside myself on a lake with laughter on my side My funeral becomes a wake for your Ebenezer snide And when we talk we can’t become ourselves Because of this lie we tell This lie befell And crushed our ego
What’s to say about shit? Nothing to say about it. The more I lose my shit, the more I can use this shit To make my illusion good When I’m being used by him, I’m being used by a goat I go do it, I get to it I don’t care how it look or how it feel to you, bro Sister? I don’t know what to say to explain my actions From my reactions to fact or fiction My religion is no disc, kid Can’t put it on a CD-Rom I won’t read a story made before Vietnam Lennon on a song Try to sing along Lucy on my dong Fuck the world, I’m gone Fuck it man, wrong Still just creepin not really sleeping down to my imp kit What am I saying? I’m bulimic. Give me a little time, we might see shit without the drugs And if we can’t get them more, than that’s all, that’s the thugs Government trying to shut us down For having our religion spiritual, off the ground What are they thinking? Why are they ruining people’s lives? What could they get out of their own disguise? What they could get from it is peace Learn the truth of life and be happy in the blissful lease What can I say to it, G? The world is born and corrupt and all about money People come second only to earn something imaginary. Fuck, it really god damn disgusts me to see a beautiful planet turn into something so disgusting There’s nothing I can say, and nothing I can do I’m just one person, how about you? Speaking how I feel from my soul stream of wheels Turning in my gears, burning all my ways When I don’t think, the words come out instead So if I do this more, maybe I could learn to ignore my reactionary impulse to control the situation
I don’t know how to complain When everything is so lame And I guess there’s no need to complain about it Because it’s already done And I’m doing what I want now And I’m going deep Take a trip with me, you see I don’t really care where we end up anymore As long as we’re together, I’m down for what’s in store I don’t care how I look anymore I wanna be your whore Not you, you fuckin human Shut up, you’re only listening, man I’m not here playing cupid I am cumin, I’m a spice on that Salvia Weed on my dahlia Smoke it up like mix it up like everything is fucked up But it’s cool to me So why should I fake like I’m not down with it, G? It’s just a bit heavy sometimes to really face Peeling walls away like they was really made of fakes Makes me think The Matrix was sent down just to teach us shit And it’s a metaphor for the reality of illusion We now have something we compare it to What can I say, does it matter? No it doesn’t, of course not, enjoy your life and roar hot The truth will set me free, but it’s enough for now When you shut up, don’t have a cow Don’t freak out Just be cool Save the fool Says the fool, “The Joker laughs at you” Their jesters run shit, too Why don’t you just take a ride on that Salvia slide If you don’t believe me about all my secrets And what I’ve been believing I guess you could talk about it to yourself at night If you wanna stay up I don’t wanna get down I’m just clowning around I have found my sound? I have done nothing of the sort Get out of town What’s next? Does it really matter? Flow with the best of it And take the worst of spices too You can’t have one without the other Which one you want to stick to you? Negativity or positivity will run your life Into nativity or Hell on Earth, you see I see where I see us going And it’s not pretty It’s not nature’s picturesque beauty It’s a wasteland
Scenic Organ 01:33
When I speak out of my window All the same shit comes back to me And when I go out in the morning with the sunlight The sunlight follows me from the perception of reality I bleed I’ve stopped asking questions and stopped being discreet about what I need I need some answer Drugs call me like fake thugs When the cops show us What is wrong with disgusting acts of favorite Savor it, everything is that savior shit What you gonna say about it? I’m freaking out, I’ve lost my head But it comes right back to me So if you can’t see What I’ve been giving to me I guess there’s nothing to release
Time to release the sonic vibe Where you come out of my skin I know you’re creeping underneath Where you can pretend to be just a normal human me But I know more than what I think I think I’ve released something out of me That won’t trap me into contrasting like This ocean fills my release of information Like, whatever, I am on top of it I lose this in the ocean Fault the water underneath me Where I can release myself under vagrant help Where can I resell myself to this hell? Its got nothing to do with what I think Its got nothing to do with how I sing Its got nothing to do with your vagrant smile at me Give me that Cheshire Cat eye and I can’t leave So will you bother me? Promise me Bother me to lobotomy of my own self
Why can’t I be Lost at my sea Nobody to bother me And just lucid on my dream I can’t relate to the way things have been I can’t relate to the things you’ve not seen I can’t relate to the way you speak about your Pleasures around the ring you live on Everything got to be a give-on Putting it out for free to get on The way that you want to be The way that you talk to me The way I just wanna be free Content personality Dropped out for none to see
Roaming around this country town Roaming around this country town I won’t let you down When you start, you look at me like I’m crazy When you start to believe Everything’s taken from me And I know that there's no release for what I’m putting you through I wish that I knew how to control all the side effects of my actions When I’m diving deep in my relaxation I’m on vacation No name to the nation Got me on that plain shit
Whacked Out 03:12
The temple’s dark I have no flashlight I pull apart Just like I’m wrapped tight The boulevard is never lit at night I pull apart Like I just downed the cyanide How many times can I tell the same story Wrap the words around like a candy-cane barbershop I’m not here to cut your hair I’m just here to release your head And if you’re not into it Say not interested I’m just dead Feeling no-oh, no-oh, Nothings coming out like oh no Inspiration must strike like a blow Or release to the flow of the universal pattern that gives me what I know Water the garden and get out before it consumes you That is life, we’re just like a season of flower Lose you when you die Will you come out again? I don’t want to tell lies But I have a feeling you will, my friend So must realize this is temporary jaundice on a joint If you can’t get out, you must be annoyed I feel like nothing else is worth saying I'm just playing a game called life If you playing with me, won’t you be my wife? Just kidding, it’s just a game, nothing is real Its all insane rules we made up


The unreleased album from March 2018


released June 21, 2019


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