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All Things Atomic

by AtomanaloG

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This is for all the kids out there, the grown can't understand it This is our planet, and we'll be here when the ending is handed until then we'll live in a healthy fear of the sphere that surrounds us smoke weed and drink beer until even the slightest things astound us We're only human and if we turned on we'd be fuming so we lose ourselves in the latest thing we're supposed to be consuming sex, fast food, religion, relationships, as long as shit doesn't get deep enough to leave us in the present, cognizant our landscape's been raped our way of life is forgetting' threatened by the glare of impending Armageddon So we cold war the dance floor, and sex tour the contours of our limited aspirations infuriating procrastination in the face of the certain devastation were tasting Sell out sick with it just to punch a meal ticket stuck in the the thick of it trying to get the last pick of spit that massa rationed just to laugh and see what happened Platinum shackles for the masses, after the recession passes Until then toss us where the trash is and we'll find our way Hold the fort down for the rebels, who want bleed out all the devils we couldn't see through all the levels then but this is a new day Bombs bursting to the joy of the blood thirsty, but burning out long before they begin to sway the cosmic pattern Kneel before your nearest Zod and feel deeper than you can fathom this is for the children of the atom This ones just for the children You see the world is controlled by shape-shifting alien lizards who murdered all the pagan gods superheroes and wizards Who abandoned us to fend off the horde of the unknown monitoring production while claiming our progress as their own They left us with our pleasantries, twinkies and tv they're trying to fatten us up so when it's time to feast it's easy they breathe Co2 that's why were cutting down the rain forrest and driving cars until there's no oxygen left for us The countdown of escalation meets us in the shape of temptation their blood surges through the villains claiming they can bring us change I'll be downtown at the station in a state of contemplation when the flood of killing in the city streets starts to seem strange the range of faith one can have in leadership is slim these days as our beauty's slowly washed away only our filth remains ways to live straight are seemingly game of sleight of hand fires fan the underlying current of modern man we had a plan so where'd it all go so terribly wrong since when'd the years go by so fast but the seconds seem so long? the song of the seasons is finding reason to change it's being hard to tell the true nature of the box were trapped in eyes blackened on some empire strikes backin true to scale dope motherfucking god like titan, kraken in and out and in of the deepest abyss and the darkest chasm this is for the children of the atom I just want to escape. I want to get away. I want to be free. But I don't have anywhere else to go. I don't have anyone else to be. This ones just for the children if that's not you, go head and be excused This ones just for the children because them grown folk ain't gonna be no use This one's just for the children. My name is AtomanaloG I hang out with guys named after Harry Potter characters and Indian warrior gods I came to shake you out your pods, and freak you out your fog because it lessens us, being oppressors and such We've weaved a web of superiority in which we have become trapped that's why we can't except the facts, like how Beethoven was black We lie to each other all day, then lie to ourselves at night that's why we fail to see the truth, like how Obama is white With all this real world struggle we're trying to see through the tears and haven't noticed the vampires and werewolves living among us for years the dinosaurs weren't killed when some asteroid came the CIA infiltrated their neighborhoods and distributed crack cocaine Well some left on spaceships, but why get into the details I'm holding on to the third rail trying to see through the Matrix Casting out the fake shit, and if your feelings can't take it I'll be on the corner burning with smoky lung patiently Waiting to Exhale Long before the sorcerers were forced to live on satellites they hid there most secret spells in drooping stalactites But there are few left who can harvest information of it's purity It's been known to tear a man's flesh from his bones or rob a woman's virginity It's a dirty job. But someone's gotta do it. It's a really dirty job but someone's gotta do it. It's the dirtiest of jobs, who wants to do it? Aa. It's Aa This one's just for the children
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It's the foreverlasting, the eternal, strapped in C4 coming out the top of the towering inferno unscathed escaping through the nearest wormhole forever kid couldn't tell you all the things I've done or did knock grills for clever fibs that keep us closer cause I know I've got to shake you just to hold my composure please close your eyes and try to forget me. It's too late in'it I can see where your head is split because I carved my curse words in it with a machete. I won't wait waist your body sell your precious organs on the black market convince you to consent in exchange for 48% of the profits "It's fair deal get off it!" Hurt deeply with monks and prophets, laugh it off later with the mass ignore the subtext Escape to the ism fissure of indecision wishing futiley so far that my country, my body, my existence can grow to be more than a prison ever stared into a fountain long enough to find infinity? yeah, that was me Since your primitive intelect wouldn't understand alloys and compositions and things with molecular structures your tendency will be to ask why? But, I will never die this was one goes to the fanatical. I will never die cause I'm totally radical. I will never die those who think I think I'm just a clever guy trying to blesphamize for attention just might be right but I fight for the light to be shown on the truths that have gone unknown like how we materialize the destiny we visualize not trying to hypothesize it's proven, documented, You will become your most often thoughts you better heed the shit I prophesize knuckles bled stating plainly to me to try to change and live long chuckle heads waiting for me to be gone so they can say, "yeah, he was wrong.." but who'll be laughing when our understanding is infinitely expanded who'll be carried on the shoulders of nothingness and who'll be reprimanded I ain't know, just asking. But I can't get no satisfaction from the leaders that have claimed to know where I'm going after my passion for several days I've been fasting searching for the questions worth asking even with all it's mysteries is this existence worth the time that's passing tragic, pitiful, beautiful, relentless miracle trying to keep the balance between mental, physical, spiritual Good thing I've got all of eternity since I am pure light and energy metaphysical velocity God Complex, guilty. mind fractured and filthy so as to better feel the signal from the consciousness Don't you wish you could sucka, immortality's not for everybody, we can't all be winners only lost, self important, delusional, slaves, sinners wandering through desserts and tundras searching for the truth only found in the eyes of mantas and panthers seeing lighting and hearing thunder even in the clearest skies attempting to contain life's answers I'm trying to see with my own eyes the how's, where's, who's, when's, and why's I still haven't learn to fly or lift things with my mind This shit takes time where your high and I still got a ways to go so I don't mean to be that guy but I am and that's why I will never die. It's not just an arrogant mentality. I will never die. I'm manifesting my reality.
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White Kid 05:46
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Fall Angel 06:13
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Consumers 05:27
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Freeman 04:58
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I Saw God 03:15
There was this one night I died, I confide in you only because I have no one else The coldness was only overshadowed by the joyful loss of self As I stared down the utter dark, I remembered what I needed And, left the rest to be forgotten, discarded, tossed away, and unheeded How long I left was inconsequential to the size of the regret of coming back to Earth in waves of sweat, and loss of breath The stranger inside my head had brought me back to die again but I can't forget the thing I saw because it left me her debt The blackest flesh like staring into emptiness, With hair down to her breasts that resembled flaming nebulas I don't know why I was brought to that place, but I disgrace the gift if I don't suck it up, and swallow it until there's nothing left, YO I saw GOD in a dream SHE was the most beautifulest thing, you ever seen, you ever seen And she called out unto me, why are you worrying? Your dead already, dead already. Sometimes I think I'm just paranoid, maybe I didn't stare into the nothingness and see that I wanted to stay there Maybe subconscious fears repressed for years debilitated me because I was naive to expect that they would protect me or even play fair I've been behind the dime from time to time, but I can't remember a better example of when it left me feeling so sublime Maybe this truth of mine has left me blind to greater things than my oh-so precious mind can ever hope to find solo. The total sum of my experience was tested by a presence that molested the willingness to keep my ego invested, temptress of the the most ethereal material ever blessed kid an understanding so beyond it was unkind, yeah, she was that fine. I saw GOD in a dream SHE was the most beautifulest thing, you ever seen, you ever seen And she called out unto me, why are you worrying? Your dead already, dead already. She was unexplainable, a feeling, you've never felt on Earth, on Earth, on Earth She made you feel pitiful, made you feel beautiful, made you feel what you were Nothing, EVERYTHING That whisper made me shiver, ghosts in my peripherals escaped to stay unseen but leave their residue intact An apprehension that delivers on the promise that conditional existence is not only an unfair shake but a predatory act. The fact maintains the ground we stand but when the maintenance goes untended we are left with only things that were pretended Tasting her was worth the pergutory even if the glory that I wished for only leaves me lost and discontended, She'll be back I saw GOD in a dream SHE was the most beautifulest thing, you ever seen, you ever seen And she called out unto me, why are you worrying? Your dead already, dead already.
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Avalanches 03:01
Avalanches in aging winters cower in the candid cold of prepubescence. Snow sprinkling on school rooftops but shoulders are colder a mere reminder of life's material essence Peripheral slithers infect my memories. Why not pine trees and natures miracles as far as eyes see before baring the burdens of barbarity Traveling trails to find from your piece of mind, No Escape Walking through forests and hallways Running through long nights and sleeping through set ways Bound to the recognition of rattle snakes surrounding willing to trade their consciousness for the promise that you'll drown How could their slip so many serpents through these trees? How could they survive the frosted morning and the seas constantly storming? Are they replenished by the breeze and rains greening the prison's leaves? Or just feasting on the wounds of those not yet conforming? Avalanches From a young age to believe in humanity took more faith than to believe in any god He could barely see the pine tree tops poking through the fog when he walked to school his first day, Where was the green of this Eden? he thought, Where are the grizzly bears I never see them. Frozen, perceiving, he can observe Earth breathing but he can't escape the gaze of a single heathen Before he set a foot in class he knew that he could never pass for one of them still he managed to never break down in front of them. tried and couldn't make friends with none of them. He did his best not to play the blame game on those who constantly made him feel shame. He was a social reject, he wasn't insane, he watched the same TV as them He knew he was lame He was fat, his hair was frizzy, he was less jock than thespian, he wore matching sweat pants and tops, and frankly, looked like a lesbian. So goes the story of his insecurities consuming a wilderness he had to abandon to see the beauty of it's blooming. I'm still, I'm still running. Running from your smiling face. Avalanches in aging winters cower in the candid cold of prepubescence. Snow sprinkling on school rooftops but shoulders are colder a mere reminder of life's material essence Peripheral slithers infect my memories. Why not pine trees and natures miracles as far as eyes see before baring the burdens of barbarity Traveling trails to find from your piece of mind, No Escape
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There was a rhythm to it, cracks up once proud skyscrapers Grass growing on the long stretches we used to call highway Dreams rusted, and moved to the side of our paths Safer to travel by night, and sleep by day She came across the broken, lost, and once loud spoken now just content thinking they see their reflections in the fire the victims, the heathens, the just happy breathing babies teething on the bones of the early retired There was a rhythm to it, the cadence of chaos The ones who betrayed us would be welcome now because the stretches between connection seem to be growing "It would be nice," she thought to herself, "just to see a familiar face" She feels the greater sense of urgency, without the full understanding of her place, and the challenges she'll be forced to meet with grace The savior, the leader, she had a dream She wondered if the world could comprehend her vision or what was left of it The world that is, her vision was still screaming as if it was just given life, and couldn't take the sensory overload Her behavior was erratic, or so it would seem She had the kind of power that could make you listen but they can't hear her So they fear how much they want to meet her expectations but She gives them just enough, to keep them in a productive mode She's traveled cross the deserts, brought peace of mind to all the lepers who were sacrificed for leverage, crushed the skulls of all the devils because their minds needed opening, and what have you There was a rhythm to it. Banging on the rim of a punctured snare with a look that says, "I'm 'bout to fucking slap you!" ooooooooo She was rapping round a burning oil drum. When the world turned, and the people had no one to follow She couldn't have predicted the outcome But they new she meant it when she said, "There is no tomorrow. This is not fuel for sorrow. All the time we have now is borrowed" Many times she thought she could run away, she would tuck her fear and gun away, face under the blanket trying to deprive herself of enough oxygen to reach r.e.m. sleep with her responsibility done away her emotions flow like Faye Dunaway, Angela Basset deep, with a range comparable to Meryl Streep she sits in front of her vanity in her Victorian estate worrying about the overall effect of her hair and make up and if her shoes fully complement her hand bag, or if it's a fashion mistake her world shakes at the thought of what her girlfriends might say if she shows up in a ensemble that's out of season but then she starts to forget the reason all this matters the illusion shatters, as she awakens to the smell of broken blatters and the sight of the last cock roaches as they scatter And realizes there's important decisions to be made, missions to be completed, and still more and more dues to be paid There was a rhythm to it, awake again recharged for the slaughter daughter of the armada, the hardest part of here own survival the thought of her heart growing any harder, trying not to become a product of the resentment the scenario's brought her, knowing she still has to go much farther to begin to make a dent in the sense of death that's been set in the minds of all men. Seen friends come and go time and again But she has no pity left to be lent, only compassion for those praying to keep their kin as close as they can As she makes the hardest choices she still chooses to understand As she gives only what they need, she still tries to meet the demand On the mountain top preaching to what's left of the crowd pleading to those still listening to never stop reaching holding on to the thought that love can be taught to the lonely, abandoned, depressed, deprived, distraught has bought us the very little time we've got
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Manorexia 02:19

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released November 1, 2013

AtomanaloG- Raps, vocals, production
ChuckTheAwfulest- Raps
Zephrain P. Coltrane- Vocals, production
TheLastPolarBear- Raps
didjface- Throat singing
Ed Earley- Trombone
Bill Paoli- Guitar
Erich Schickenberg- Bass
Elisia Lane- Background vocals
Kram Enal- Keyboard
Tony Nandan- Cover

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