Betshy X0 - Raw Apocalypse lyrics

Spiritual Outlaws. Silenced victims of corrupt system. Emotional orphans and abandoned angels. The judged, the lonely, the called crazy. Pioneers of universal shifts. Dreams and hackers of reality. Self-educated investigators, activists and freedom fighters. World changers bathed in radical expression and existentialism. Singers of hope and faith. Beholders of the yin and the yang. Those who consider themselves dead. The dancers of shadows and tears. Synesthetes. Superhumans. Activated DNA. Those who look for things the rest can't see. Artists and art. I once got lost in a pair of ocean vortex eyes. They took me out of timespace, cosmic maze. Revelations for planet Earth. I saw a lot of people surrounding me in the dark. Their instruments fiddled my most delicate nerves. And effected some type of magick on my cells. Ambivalent lives. Playing Exodus. Smoking cancer. Toxic rainbows. bu*terflies dancing to moon sounds. A tongue, a gun. Modern crusades of gold... going on. Venus kiss kiss. Jupiter boom boom. Is it something in the water? When I thought I was a vessel of pure unconditional love. I rapidly learnt that I could just as easily be hate. So I stood there, in the centre. And that's where I try to stay. I was dreamt I was Hitler. and for a schizophrenic moment, it worried me so much that I found a psychological justification for his genocidal reputation and for a minutes I had sympathy for him. Then, I went back to being just me. Challenging authority. Rebelling against the established system of norms. What matters doesn't matter much. Multivisional secrets unwrapped in bits of acidic data. Awakening the revolutionary force. Souls in technology exploring the unexplored. Breaking the division between man and God. The new generation of intelligent anarchists, reborn. Master builders and inventors. Scientific alchemists reframing the structure... I greet you all. I once dreamt I was Lucifer reincarnated among men. What a hallucination in the illusionary maze of apocalypse. Raw art in hell. A stranger told me: You are playing a dangerous game! What do you mean? I asked him. They don't know who you are, he said. People are weird. Their words can mess with your brain. Especially when time is no time. And when the mind is no mind, but heart. Political tao of now. Breathing chaos to ride order. In the ever-changing world of motion, emotion and commotion. Change is coming through your shadow. Transcending beyond the 11th gate. Pure voices impacting global conduct and rhythm. The guardians and keepers. The existence and those who do not exist. Breathers of culture and spirit. I once lived the end of the world. The walls around me collapsed, disappearing. Being s**ed by the blackness of a hole, I fell asleep so I could escape it. Then I woke up, and the world was still there. Raw apocalypse of media. Beginning and end. Madness pandemic, cleansing dirt and greed. I no longer sleep.