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released September 29, 2015

Lyrics by Skeptik
Produced by Danny G
Album art by Kittzen - kittzenmade.tumblr.com / @kittzen on Instagram

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Track Name: Ultimatum
Gotta make it work, I don't have another option
Pissed in the wind so I'm saying fuck caution
All limbs on board the ride, no way I'm getting off it
Instead I'm here for good; no Hopsin
-finite possibilities, rippin' raw soliloquies
The uncut dope, my sentences be killin' fiends
The willing bleed, the unwilling sleep
So we'll keep countin' drops; you keep countin' sheep
Never paid my way onto a bill
Never unnecessarily flex the skill
Never wrote murder raps, nor would I ever kill
Though it's highly likely that I'm terminally ill
Patiently waitin' for priority placement
In the basement, an audience with satan
Potential is wasted, along with enemies
Gotta keep warm, hence the effigy


Girlfriends? Regular friends?
Occupations? Yo, everything ends
When all's said and done how will your time have been spent?
Will you regret every cent that you lent?


I used to know this girl, keywords "used to"
But she left when we didn't blow up like the Juice Crew
Now she's hella mad when she's on YouTube
Hearing all the hype about her ex-boo's group
Success is a dish best served warm
And I sure would love some heat to help me through the storm
An androids marked defective when he fails to conform
So imagine what they'd do with our corporeal forms
I was only joking when I said
That you don't wanna hear what's locked in my head
The only way we'd be better off dead
Is if roles were reversed and we were you instead
A blind Shepard led his flock by cloth to the water
Came home with none, really stressed out his daughter
He was under the impression that the flock had fled
But what he failed to see was that the cloth was red

Girlfriends? Regular friends?
Occupations? Yo, everything ends
When all's said and done how will your time have been spent?
Will you regret every cent that you lent?

Relationships fail, and albums flop
Used to have hella friends, but now I have not
Guess that's how it goes when you refuse to stop
We were aiming for the middle, but we hit the top
The only thing we have to compensate for
Is the fact that we should probably get paid more
Fuck it though, a meal and a spot to sleep's
All we really need, double D's philosophy
Is to often bleed - and do the same to opposition
It's not what we're about, but we don't shy from competition
So we plant the blades at the 10 and 2 positions
And then we carve our names, as if we're superstitious
We don't have another way, we invested too much passion
Invested too much love to find another course of action
So if whether or not we sacrifice is the question that you're askin'
Name it - we've lost it - it's already happened

Girlfriends? Regular friends?
Occupations? Yo, everything ends
When all's said and done how will your time have been spent?
Will you regret every cent that you lent?
Track Name: Better Find A Savepoint
Hard to find the line between the senses and synapses
Especially in times of relentless relapses
Vacuous, voracious, violent and vapid
Gratification at it's most rapid
An addict knows better but does wrong anyway
When you get caught, tell me, will you know which song to play?
A longer days been long awaited, I don't think it's coming
Too much time in cyberspace, no one remembers running
Anything but programs, double clicks and dialogs
Tired of someone? Simple, turn the dial off
Better find a save point, relax for a minute
That place only exists when you're in it


There's no there there
There's no there there
There's no there there
There's no there there

In a C of logic you'll find that nonsense'll ripple
The concept is simple, both complex and fickle
Content is minimal, onset subliminal
Impulses to think objects are really cool
Objects of ridicule only exist on this plane
Uplink and hijack it, let it never be the same
Soothe away thoughts of pain with digital cocaine
For the last fucking time - I don't wanna play your game
They're all sending invites, and pictures in skintights
Using fingers to fumble words that would fit their lips right
Zip bytes, and send out the folders
A file path is no more than a cord to a controller

There's no there there
There's no there there
There's no there there
There's no there there

There's no ghost in my shell
Just a pilot guiding it towards hell
There's no ghost in my shell
Just a pilot guiding it towards hell
There's no ghost in my shell
Just a pilot guiding it towards hell
There's no ghost in my shell
Just a pilot guiding it towards hell
Track Name: Gyro
[Skeptik]
You won't reach it, nah you'll never attain it
There's no such thing so fuck it, don't even chase it
It's basic, or at least it is in theory
Mastery is gained when you can no longer explain it clearly
Or at least that's what I've been told for a long while
The end is nigh, doomsday is nearing, sandwich boards are back in style
Crack a smile, hopefully it's not your neighbor's
Give up on your savior and check your own behavior
Let em savor the flavor, and soak it all in
Can tell from marks on the skin the kind of places we've been
If it's not the destination, and it's not the journey
There's no point in embarking, even less in returning
Speaking of turning, where does this world get off?
Crabs in a bucket; rabies in a pet shop
Death and sleeps relation has been remarked upon enough
But sometimes saying stuff is like Super Saiyan tough

[Danny G]
Perfection is a nightmare why would you want that
Stop that all you're really after is a "non fat" Starbucks
God damn, at heart you're a hog man and lemme guess
Deep down you're a sports fan?
There's nothing wrong with physical activity
In fact the exercise will make your body feel way less heavy
Well Michael Vick was a pro star, so hard
In the spotlight till he made dogs fight In his court yard
Agent orange, Americas best plan
To bring out enemies back in Vietnam
They were still human, military was assumin'
Wouldn't harm our troops, soon was proven that it hurt every man
Now it's time to crucify my self with a point of view
Egoraptor will show you, cause I'll need help
Is Ocarina the best ever?
I love that game, but when is waiting hard? Never


The world doesn't care about you
The world doesn't care about me
But that doesn't mean there's a reason to cry
It's just that planets tend to lack feelings
Track Name: It Doesn't Matter
Fill the pots to the brim, no need for a lid
Back in the day I heard the thunder, and needlessly hid
Now I don't hear the boom, it's drowned out by my speakers
And the sound my heels make they shift against my sneakers
Neither one of us had ever planned for this
Met as amorists, parted as anarchists
The holes I couldn't fill, that's not a turn of phrase
So now when it rains I get flooded for days
But I remain in one spot, stubborn, not stagnant
Clinging to my own worth, as if I was a magnet
Used to never rain here, now it does constantly
One finger to the sky, as if it's what she wants from me
The funny thing is I've forgotten how to laugh
But I sure know how to follow up on tracks
When one pot fills, I replace it with the next
Dump the contents out in the form of text

It doesn't matter how many pots are laid out
It's still the same roof, still the same house
The only spot of rain in the middle of a drought
So nobody knows what I'm talkin' about

I gotta doubt me, oddly, it's the only thing that fuels me
At least til the day that me and my muse meet
But at this rate, that day will probly never come
A pessimist? Nah, I'm just not dumb
I don't trust in the seasons, never had a reason
Or a cause, or effect, or combination to believe in
I remember what was said, forgetting what was meant
Sentiment and sediment sometimes mix to form cement
I might need just a little bit of grounding
Thunder strikes more than twice if you choose to stick around me
My head and my heart are constantly pounding
So instead, I focus on the life that has found me
Surroundings are gonna dissipate you see
The atmosphere's kinda relevant, or so it seems
Sometimes a rainy day is just what you need
But you gotta be careful not to drown the seed

It doesn't matter how many pots are laid out
Its the same roof, its the same house
The only rain in the middle of a drought
So nobody knows what I'm talkin' about

Six feet? Try forty leagues
Pretty hard to succeed when you can't even breathe
I wear a shitty grin and make do with what I got
Which, to be straightforward, is not a fuckin lot
A spot to sleep, and a collection of pots
The floors only there to catch the rain as it drops
I wrote this song to it's rhythm, so if it ever stops
The only choice I'll have left is to lay down and rot
Not to complain too much, but I think it rains too much
Melancholy nights with a painful touch
So as the rain keeps falling, I continue blowing smoke
Maybe I can't laugh because I am the joke
It doesn't matter, a simple phrase I use to cope
A void is preferable to the pain of hope

It doesn't matter how many pots are laid out
It's still the same roof, still the same house
The only spot of rain in the middle of a drought
So nobody knows what I'm talkin' about
Track Name: Stone Masks
Problem: the suns too bright; solution, blot it out
Rotten core ignites the pollution god forgot about
Fire and brimstone, the nightcrawlers secret
Songs about nothing, still waters are the deepest
I mean it when I say it, that's the reason that I say it
Dracula backwards, symphonically I slay it
Phonically amaze kids, can't be honestly phased it's
Sonically based, ironically erase bliss
Replace it with knowledge, only the stupor makes em smile
I ain't smiled in a while, happiness is not my style
I time away the while, while away the time
Lay face down on the floor and pretend that I'm fine
Blood says I'm next in line, skin says not to be so foolish
Mouth says do whatever, just make sure that it's ghoulish
Heart stays silent, or do we just not listen?
A silver lining, nah, rain just tends to glisten

Mask made of stone
Blades carved from bone
It's with purpose that we roam
Through this place all alone
Evolution demands
What fate condones
Wear the mask to distract
We have no faces of our own

If you can't blot it out - well then I guess you'd better join it
I don't do this for enjoyment, know that pride is high annoyance
I find that light avoidance is a band aid not a suture
I just might destroy it, and by it I mean the future
If you love it set it free, if you hate it make it dust
We know what to do with lust, but not so much with trust
A mask is a facade is a feint is a ruse
What we lack is a choice when it comes to win or lose
We're all here to play a role, but that role's not predetermined
Thus if I ever burn it's my own hand I'm burned with
Concerned with this world and the axis it turns on
It's my job to see that the wick doesn't burn wrong
The sun's rays only make my blood blaze
I wish I'd never been born some days
And some days I wish you'd never been born either
Still other days I realize that people are good theater

Mask made of stone
Blades carved from bone
It's with purpose that we roam
Through this place all alone
Evolution demands
What fate condones
We wear the mask to distract
We have no faces of our own

Hid our complexions with rock, perfected the plot
Neglected their gods and infected the lot
I might thirst for blood but that don't mean I gotta have it
I'm a god and you're a maggot, you're a drake and I'm a dragon
We fight fine in the night time but you might find
A bright shine leaves us grasping for a lifeline
The statures of statues, existence is art
Resist this small fact and we'll rip you apart
Necessity - the mother of invention
Incessantly - converting men into henchmen
Obsessively - and then we shift our attention
Progressively towards the escape of this dimension
Actions pave roads, intentions form foundations
Smirks are just smiles with an underlying statement
Y'all can stay complacent, I'll be nowhere adjacent
Experimenting in the shadows of the basement
Track Name: Budokai
Few have tried, we ruin pride
It's suicide, Budokai

Speech pattern irregular as fuck
Thats the way that I like it
Danny G comes with the drums neatly tucked
Skeptik devises rhymes like a psychic
I might kick some shit to knock you out in one blow
Or I might knock you off of the platform
What's the point in talking shit when you paid for the show?
I see through facades when they act warm
Blood runs cold when they see these techniques
Most time accompanied by a case of wet feet
Studied all the styles and combined them in one
The reason I won is cause I'm rhymin' for fun
Couldn't reach these levels with a nimbus cloud
Your music is shallow, stupid and loud
We take pride in what we do cause there's a reason to be proud
So make sure to let us know what it's like on the ground

Few have tried, we ruin pride
It's suicide, Budokai

A contest? Hardly, not even nearly
Dragon A and Dragon 1 are takin' medals on the yearly
Only know one way to win and that's severely
So clearly anyone who's stepping didn't hear me
I'm pleading for your life, just remember that
Tapping pads with Kreuger's claws "don't make me dismember cats,"
Leaving no survivors if you all don't surrender fast
Yeah, you can blame your friends for that
While we're at it, blame em for the state of your psyche
You all pray to the cult of stupidity most likely
And value gettin' high a little bit too highly
But who am I to judge, you're probably coughing right beside me
But that's beside the point, so imma take that joint
Unroll it, retwist it, and stab you with the point
Im highly annoyed, wanna see society destroyed
Any value you once held is now entirely void

Few have tried, we ruin pride
It's suicide, Budokai
Track Name: Rawr
Kill my darlings? How 'bout you kill your dieties?
Dragons compose the Pliedies and leave you seeing three of these
Flee in peace or get flung in pieces
There's two in this pack like snack cups from Reese's
It's 40 miles from my door to the vocal booth
Or more like 42 if I were to quote the truth
The whole truth, and not settle for estimation
We cause all three forms of expiration
Precipitation - what that means is we're building
Elimination - of all the things that don't fulfill me
No hesitation, got a special set of skills see
Danny G gives em life, then Skeptik kills beats
How many mc's must get pissed
Before I realize that they even exist?
Maybe if they gave a shit about the words that they writ
I wouldn't have to tear em up and then swallow the bits

Rawr, rawr, like a dubldragon
Rawr, rawr, like a dubldragon
Rawr, rawr, like a dubldragon
Polite at times, but we got no trouble braggin'

Rawr, rawr, like a dubldragon
Rawr, rawr, like a dubldragon
Rawr, rawr, like a dubldragon
Life is like a movie but with awful actin'

They say it's all in the wrist, well I don't follow these twits
Far too concerned with making quality hits
Only phrase I don't get is "calling it quits"
Without this release I'd be hollow, a rift
I don't call it a gift, I don't like the implication
I had to work for it, can I get some vindication?
An indication of the steps that I've taken
The cuts that have healed, the bed that is vacant?
The head that is aching, the words that're spilling
From the hole in my chest as I attempt to fill it
They say it takes a village, we've already razed various
Gatherings of humans in a manner most nefarious
They sit upon low peaks and claim they're still precarious
While we channel the masters; Plato and Stradivarius
Perilous? Maybe. Serious? No doubt
Takes risk to see return and trees don't grow clout

Rawr, rawr, like a dubldragon
Rawr, rawr, like a dubldragon
Rawr, rawr, like a dubldragon
Two headed beast, Shoot and Knuckle action

Rawr, rawr, like a dubldragon
Rawr, rawr, like a dubldragon
Rawr, rawr, like a dubldragon
We're referencin' Busta just in case you're askin'

Zen gardens devoid of sand
Instead they're filled with ashes
More ash fills the land
With each stranger that happens to pass it
More than one path in this life
Be it active or passive
It matters not the size of the beast
If the flame that it breathes is massive
Track Name: Killumi
One plus one plus two is four
An abundance of corners, but not a single door
Not a lot left for man to explore
I laugh when they say I should get outside more
But I don't really laugh, not on the inside
There's not enough room for me to take it in stride
Can a heart succeed where once skin tried?
What's the worth of a soul once sin has been applied?
I don't know - that's why I'm askin'
No windows; can't mark the time that's passin'
Well versed in the art of inaction
You know what they say, didn't see it didn't happen
Watching paint peel's never been so surreal
Underneath the texture all that's left is the feel
Look towards the ceiling for a piece of relief
And bemoan the sky I can't be beneath

Shit, I don't even like the sunlight
I got fist fights and bug bites, been on the net all night
As this track I my witness
I find that my business with the musical industry
Makes more sense than physical fitness
I've been taking control, no longer shifting in wormholes; what?
It doesn't matter any way, a box isn't so bad
Symmetrical and safe, and I can't get stabbed in back or the face

What I wouldn't give for a glimpse of a shadow
A brief chance encounter with a thing so shallow
The touch of a breeze on the walk to the gallows
There's a thin line between hollow and hallow
Once I traced my outline up against the wall
But when I turned to look there was nothing at all
Is that a statement? Should I take it as a sign?
I don't think in those lines, reality is too defined
I wish I didn't mind, maybe then I wouldn't think
Maybe then I wouldn't squirm, maybe then I wouldn't leak
Maybe then I'd find the word that I always thought I'd need
The one that means you understand you have to bleed
But what do I know, all alone in this room?
Singing songs that I leave echoes to consume
Maybe the revelation came a little too soon
There's more than one way to spell doom

Shit, I don't even like the sunlight
I got fist fights and bug bites, been on the net all night
As this track I my witness
I find that my business with the musical industry
Makes more sense than physical fitness
I've been taking control, no longer shifting in wormholes; what?
It doesn't matter any way, a box isn't so bad
Symmetrical and safe, and I can't get stabbed in back or the face
Track Name: Carry The L
These boots don't fit and neither does the t-shirt
Hand me downs don't stretch out, they only make my feet hurt
My brother is a hero and a plumber, not a teacher
He's spent half his life chasing a princess through the ether
Leaving me in charge of the family shop
I had no one to help me, that's the reason that it flopped
'Your brother this', 'your brother that', another mushroom in his cap
Well if my brother is so big, then why he is so short and fat?
I ponder that - among other things
Like why is he the only one getting kissed on the cheek?
I did my part, helped him murder helpless turtles
But there's only enough respect for the one who jumps the final hurdle

It's hard enough to be
The brother of a plumber
So imagine me, Luigi
Looking at the stars above us
Knowing they're outside my reach
Treated as a constant bummer
It's hard enough to be
The brother of a plumber

I can't move away - no matter how much I dream
Our motion is capped by the length of the screen
I'm not just in his shadow, at this point I'm the bulk of it
He's constantly juiced, which leaves me feeling like the pulpy bits
He may have wrote the book but I'm the one that bound and published it
Somehow deemed unfit for all this being seen in public shit
He's loving it - watching me carry the L
It's affixed to my hat so I've no choice but carry it well

It's hard enough to be
The brother of a plumber
So imagine me, Luigi
Looking at the stars above us
Knowing they're outside my reach
Treated as a constant bummer
It's hard enough to be
The brother of a plumber
Track Name: Eros Shrugged (3Way)
I know, that you've seen a lot
And I know that you know that the fire is hot
And I know what it's like to be forgot
While I patiently wait for a shoe to drop
Only one way to find out
Only takes two eyes to blind doubt
Only took three dates to lie down
You've been on my mind since and I find now
Perspective leaves much to be desired
Only get one view point, and that view gets tired
The irony being that the things that we're seeing
Escape definition, but never lack in meaning
Might be bleeding, but every drop serves a purpose
Opposite reactions, we dig beneath the surface
Can't love anything you won't admit isn't perfect
Luckily before that moment, it wouldn't have been worth it
Trading promises no one else can hear
Eye to eye, and lips to ear
Speak in a code that's grown so clear
And only leave marks that'll disappear

You know that I've seen a lot
And you know that I know that the fire is hot
And you know what it's like to be forgot
While you patiently wait for a shoe to drop
And somehow all of that is a valid excuse
If it's really what you want then I'll cut you loose
But please just this once, tell me the truth
What is it that you think we have to lose?
She walked away, maybe that was better
We're both smart enough to know there's no forever
But does that really mean that we ought to just never
Reach our arms out, for the fear they'll be severed?
So I reached out and our hands met
Her face went as red as a face can get
Embraced her briefly, yet the moment dragged on
And was gone before I knew it; a real sad song
"we're both better for it" she said with a smile
Hers was so unique, it cut me with style
Watched the door as it came to touch the frame
Wishing I knew how to forget a name

They know that we've seen a lot
And they know that we know that the fire is hot
And they know what it's like to be forgot
While they patiently wait for a shoe to drop
If love is a battlefield then of course there are casualties
Way too many lives entangled, way too casually
Growing up these days, the patron saints of apathy
And naturally they fill the role happily
They watched this little three act play
Saw emotions form, and they predictably fade
Just some happy kids stuck with the hearts of sad punks
Drowning in their id's, and other sad junk
Tryna find a path that might not exist
Can leave you disillusioned and your insides in a twist
So I understand, when they ball up a fist
And aim it at the name of all that they've missed
Certain truths only wounds reveal
Discolored skin when a scab is peeled
So I don't pay any mind when they're forming
Stars form constellations, and scars tell stories
Track Name: Y Wulvz?
The moon does what the moon does
The wolves howl and consume blood
The sun should be coming up soon but
It's been hours since that moon budged
If the night never ends I hope to die in my sleep
The streets are lined with wolves and entirely bleak
They hunt for no purpose, even tire of meat
But instincts are instincts, desire's at peak
Tryna speak sense is senseless
Ironically it's the part that's still man that prevents this
Plagued by a lack of intention
Logically then, they are above any form of abstention
Mention of consequence brings about consequence
Locking doors at night is just common sense
It's not the darkness, but what lies beneath
Eyes and teeth that deny your sleep

Why? Why wolves?
I don't know, because
The smell of blood
Intoxicates them
Why? Why wolves?
I don't know, because
The taste of blood
Intoxicates men

The wolves do what the wolves do
Content to cast the blame at the full moon
They speak in human tongue don't let em fool you
One bite is all it takes you'll never pull through
Despite what you might think, they had a choice in this
You think fate catches up to the boisterous?
Nah, it doesn't go that way
They never pray for their prey, no time in the day
And what they say - never mistake it's worth
It's not ink on a page, more like marks in the dirt
Nursing old wounds only reveals where it hurts
So straighten that back and let go of your shirt
It's not a curse if you find yourself content
It could be worse - they also could've raised the rent
Not to be terse, but I can't even hear you vent
From the inside of a hearse it's rather hard to lament

We do what we need to
Pull the veil so thin it's almost see through
Draw a blade and you'll see they bleed too
Even with their last breaths they won't concede truth
We need more eyes if we are to understand
How a wolf can be born to a son of man
Throats are slit, hides are tanned
That's what you get for feeding wolves with a stunted hand
So why wolves? How come canines?
Standards eschewed by lack of a baseline
Now I wonder - am I one and the same?
Mammalian flesh circles reptile brain
All of this built upon the weakest of frames
Probably the reason that we reek of game
Used to be us, now they see us, wanna eat us
And deplete us til we bleed dust

Why? Why wolves?
I don't know, because
The smell of blood
Intoxicates them
Why? Why wolves?
I don't know, because
The taste of blood
Intoxicates men