[THE.MAZIST] DISPATCH: NOV. 3

{LOOSE LEAF} : 2-TRACK EP

(lyrics below)

MORTIFIED

I’m mortified
Flies on the heart
While the lies of mind
Are glorified
Yeah the porno kind
People ornery
When you check em
Combat Jacket at check-in
How they persona
borderline,
Imma magnet for a mettle
Of peace, ordered mind
The piece kettle, keep it
Shiny for the sheep
The wolf in cheap fleece
Don’t mean nothing to me
He’s away from his fleet
Can tell by the feet
Pause so you can get it
For once, I might say it again for cheap,
imma freak for a solid niche
Eating quiche, counting breesh
Manifesto piece in the brief
Keep it brief, dont wanna pique
The caprice of a blacked out jeep
A Schizo’s reprieve is 
the heart’s reach
I was breached, by God and the
Harmony
Bible armory, verses vexing
devilish parts of me
Pardon me
Ardent in my love, don’t just use these
two eyes to see, but
I dont know if yall hearing me
the exchange is still symmetry

Writing verses for a remedy
What’s the verdict on the path?
Iconoclast or i just wanna reach a caste
feel like a bastion to the masses
Reaching For a cast outta star madness
Why my hand turn to ash by the touch
Rose again, for the clutch
I know I met my match, so what’s the rush,
What system patches hold my wrath?
Mental acts only code so much
You gotta break a pact
Break a bond with irrationals 
In the math
And get to packing
Passion and payments make the promise
Everlasting
If not to yourself, then what else is gonna last
Dont play yourself, never know who gonna laugh. .

COCOON FOR THE MAN

These notes and keys unlock
Memories I haven’t made yet
Only jaded when I forget
The cards dealt were surely blessed
I confess,
I haven’t tried to set a plan
The hands in the game in need of reset
The reflex is to blame The test
Not the stress you gave the prep
I forgave myself over years of this mess
I don’t forget, its gravity is deadset
In my head,
The thoughts orbiting sense
Order is tension and hierarchy means
There’s a means for ascent
I mean to repent cuz these sins too precious in my bed
I need space for my head
Racing in threads where the anger
Seems to match the dread
And no change in sight among
These waters I tread
The feed a muddy trench
Wretched how I feel when fed
Hellish, how bullets fled
Sweating like the heat is frying me
Dying to flee the pan
Trying to free my land
The home in my room
Fulfilling mom and dad’s plan
Dome a cocoon
For the man
Construction through prayer hands

Dying to flee the pan
Trying to free my land
The home in my room
Fulfilling mom and dad’s plan
Dome a cocoon
For the man
Construction through prayer hands. .