Kayduff Bloom - Vinci's Modern Vitruvian Man

★ Verse 1 ★
Verbalised visual direct dopamine
Stimulating nerves energetically
And a revolutionary conceiver
Living cells, flesh, flushed in a de Large naturalistic primary primitive fever
Thin sounds layered lustily on top of each other play through bleeper
Stay in head and frustrate like in teeth chips of peanuts
Yet the perception has never been clearer than now
It never seen a greater thing than elusivе non-formalised digital life sandpit
Corrupt to the corе
Life or Lifeless, Life: Less than you can imagine
More than you can experience
Muffled spark of human brilliance
Processed words like preservatives with the dots punctuating that for your convenience
Unimolecular millions changing the perspectives
To create the exciting short seconds in your everyday life
Muffled spark of surfacing the inner strengths of being a doomer
Feeling a breath of straight-forwardness like Amy Schumer
The paranoic cherrypicking in a style of der Strummer
You should be thankful for this vivid portrait
Of staff putting into circulation trends like Fidel Castro locked Cuba
We accomplished accepting the malignant tumour of being a simple human

★ Verse 2 ★
Losing consciousness like in a tightly built transparent cage full of steam
Very brightly lit, neat
I see everything and nothing
Very brightly dim
I feel sharpened edges
Everything made out of steel, heightened senses
Everything is Loss like Ctrl+Alt+Delete
Pre-eminent pre-maturity of entering the halls of watered greens
Every bruise on my irritated cheeks feels like breaking bones
Touch feels like epidermolysis bullosa
Every receptor hardens
I am the caricature of a superhero in a god damn poster
This process is strengthening myself like rust removal using Coca-Cola
Right now mind in a precautioned state: time for re-examining
Delamination of myself from thousand badges
The chance finally catches its end
I don't proclaim it's my fate
I don't want finality
But simultaneously - this is just formality
(Business with y'all is a pure fucking pleasure)
I will never defeat the duality
And the aftermath of things that happen sporadically
Two-headed boy all floating in glass
Oversaturated nerves tangled together
To give the sensation which I never wanted to experience
I'm free but trapped in a form of the perfection
Of Vinci's Modern Vitruvian Man