Picture Box - Yugen Blakrok

Yeah, yeah, that’s the one

Plastic city

Picture box, service screens, static

One, two

Yeah

Conspiring in secrecy

My ghouls drag chains and exchange theories on other spooks and black books

Sad souls known to grab loose and handles

They hypnotized by the truth, horrific daily news

Ears ringing from eerie noises, anti-vessels make the loudest

TV hosts invading living rooms like haunted houses

Spewing words without content, spoken out of context

I breathe deep, inhale the sweet perfume of the dead

The ghosts that haunt my spirit hide amidst some petty showers

To purify the self I throw my fears in burning fires

Desperate times call desperate measures, but situations dire

Tower over furnaces unburnt and demons cower

But the world spins, or it seems to

Watch the heavens wonder if the gods and us can be equals

Stars circle the planet, like followers to Akaba

Universal in breath directs the flow of prana

I’m folding cosmic sagas in the gallows

Where my shadow reigns supreme

Diana with the bow, the protectors of all thieves

Still, beating hearts bump chests and leave static on the screen

I live in frequencies, where strange schools of sorcery meet

Turn it on, turn it off, turn it on, turn it off

May the rhythm bring peace to your bubbling heart

Find the inner space of night, the most cosmic of sparks

The firefly that shines like the sun and lights up the dark

Turn it on, turn it off, turn it on, turn it off

May the rhythm bring peace to your bubbling heart

Find the inner space of night, the most cosmic of sparks

The firefly that shines like the sun and lights up the dark

Hark, the herald angel sings, melodies and harp strings

Rather stay blind to mass-appeal than kill the art for it

So, rhyme-books, they poison with the arsenic

Scribble lines of plots and twists confounding neurologists

Deepen my delirium, I’ll write breathing little puns

Hissing sounds as they release, purge God from bitter nuns

Smoking guns, my lyrics are—dense, the dark attest

They give the same sensation that sinking does

Gills are deficient, navigating watery worlds

Clouds of emotional words hang over my head like a curse

I dig through sentiment like rubble

They say, «Woman is a fish that shows herself most when the waters are troubled»

In this no-man's-land, culture hazardous

Protect neck and self with magic amulets, silent answers does Holding heavy

hearts like Anubis

Consumed by anger, self-confusing who the activist

Only one stage down in the gallows

Where my shadow reigns supreme

Beauty for the hideous, I’m a savage and a beast

Of the stormiest of temperaments

Of waves of manic springs

Blakrok like the runners go in the east

Turn it on, turn it off, turn it on, turn it off

May the rhythm bring peace to your bubbling heart

Find the inner space of night, the most cosmic of sparks

The firefly that shines like the sun and lights up the dark

Turn it on, turn it off, turn it on, turn it off

May the rhythm bring peace to your bubbling heart

Find the inner space of night, the most cosmic of sparks

The firefly that shines like the sun and lights up the dark