I float upon fog
Mister Sinister
Dark cloud shroud as I approach
So unseen I administer
The long-forgotten art of a silent slaughter
Got you pouring out some holy water
And running to call your minister
Or even better consider getting a specialist
To provide an exorcism of the music
Raising spirits out the rhythm
Soul exodus
Executioner benevolent
Heart pollutioner
As I disprove the truth
Mind illusioner
Using a ball of crystal to see the future
All I saw was falling missiles
Detonation of a nation
And the smoking barrel of a pistol
Stare into the void of the spiral
Only if you dare to be destroyed by yourself suicidal
Sacrifice the jugular and vitals
Listening to Lucifer has got you losing focus
Lionhearts now on level with the rats and roaches
Crows and leeches
Bats and vultures
In my corner of the cage are ferocious creatures
Gothic sculptures
Gargoyles with appalling features
Reminiscent of a darker culture
From the first word I heard enough
Let me clear it up
Here we go so
Rhymes inferior don’t do what they’re supposed to
MindsOne superior and mysterioso
MindsOne superior and mysterioso…
Hey yo I pick up trash cans for a living
giving me the masquerade of a person that would slumber on a sidewalk
that allows me mobility when moving through the city
I can tag a wall and even smoke a corn stock
rugged roughneck suspect dominos
envelopes holding embryos are the key to the future
but I see all the clones in the style I compose
codes to defuse
mold when I choose directions
an obvious legitimate inanimate contaminant
is painting on a wall it’s better than the raw
uncut/ pounds of purity
outlines dimensional three ways
these days I’m overshadowing graff artists leaving the scene
wondering if they can finish what I started
I doubted it
gave them a chance my stance was B boy
pressing it on thick the Krylon these decoys keep eyes on
my tags and throw ups
my characters embarrassing their every move
ducking cops into every groove alleyway backyard
Saturday barbecue drinking beer with the normal crew
abusing all of my caps/ when I embody espionage there’s no turning back
Theo Tobias' vocals shine on this dynamic and delicate 4-track dose of melancholic indie rock from Manchester, England. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 11, 2016