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An chaotic panel discussion where Psyche hosts a conversation that devolves into an intense, profanity-laden argument between multiple participants about respect, relationships, and perceived slights.
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The episode opens with an original theme song [0:22–4:37] that establishes the show's aesthetic around underground community and strangeness. At ▶ 4:37, the conversation begins with Psyche and a participant discussing gang terminology and social boundaries, followed by casual talk about Fourth of July plans, a carnival visit, and a tent camping trip [5:00–7:00]. Around ▶ 7:00, a person named Ghost enters the conversation. What begins as friendly banter rapidly deteriorates into a heated confrontation [7:00–13:34] involving repeated insults, accusations of disrespect toward women, references to 9/11, and escalating verbal conflict. The argument centers on perceived disrespect regarding one participant's girlfriend, with accusations flying about character, behavior, and intelligence. The exchange becomes increasingly hostile and circular, with participants repeating challenges and inflammatory statements without resolution.
This episode appears to document a breakdown in the social container that the show typically maintains. The early, lighter exchange about carnival plans and friendship suggests an attempted casual, intimate dynamic, but the introduction of a new voice (Ghost) seems to trigger a cascading series of boundary violations and perceived disrespect. The conversation suggests themes of masculine posturing, defended honor, and the fragility of group cohesion when unspoken hierarchies or relationship status become contested. The argument's circularity and refusal to de-escalate suggests a pattern where verbal aggression becomes its own logic, rather than a means to resolution. Thematically, this represents a rupture in the show's usual function as a space for exploration; instead, it becomes a stage for unprocessed conflict.
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Psyche discusses his friendly relationship with Ghost, despite a brief disagreement over money. The issue was resolved amicably, and their friendship remains intact.
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Mhm.
Woke up from another one. My psyches midnight fright displays. Shadow in the hallway. Chanting through the haze. Coffee on the altar. Static on the screen.
Everybody smiling like they know just what it means. >> >> We got candles in the basement, secrets in the walls, a velvet rope at midnight, and a voice that softly calls. Nobody's exactly normal. That's our
favorite thing. We laugh like saints with eyeliner and a phone that never rings. Show me that smile again. Even if the whole thing's wearing in down here where the strange ones
grin. The cults going under ground again. Show me that smile again. We'll let the weird world tumble in with nightmares rose and next of kin. The cults going under ground
again. Psyches having nightmares, but he's hosting them with charm. Reading cards at breakfast like disaster is a farm. Someone hid the relics in the laundry by the stairs. Someone's acting casual while conducting psychic presence somewhere in the candle smoke behind the secret door. A hidden high
priestess knows a little something more. She never makes an entrance. She just suddenly appears. fixes everybody's chaos with the whisper in their ears. Show me that smile again. Even if your halos looking bent, we're
the ones the daylight never pin the coats going underground again. Show me that smile again. Laugh like the apocalypsees. Friends with secret rights and
bargain vengeance. The cults going underground again. Underground. Underground. Keep it cozy, keep it strange. Every haunted little heart in here is overdue for change. If the world gets loud above us, let it spin and make a
fuss. We've got one secret high priestess and she's probably judging us. Show me that smile again. Flash it like a sweet forbidden him like he dreams. But we don't break, we bend. The cults
going underground again. Show me that smile again. Come on in. Bring your eyeball friends. If the surface cracks, we still desend. The cults going underground
again. Yeah, the cults going underground again.
send those aliens back to hell. >> What if your entire legacy
subject. >> Oh my. >> What up, psyche? >> What's up, my >> Bro, why do you call me that? Why would you call me that? >> That's what we call each other. Because we're in the gang together. >> No, we're we're in a gang together. Me
and you. But don't say that word. >> Don't say it out loud. Can I call you a >> I'm not gonna invite you into my treehouse, psyche, if you don't know how to talk. >> What are we going to do in the treehouse? >> We're going to hang out and eat Skittles and and Snickers. >> Can I have my first French kiss from Mexican?
>> We're going to have a couple girls and a couple guys. Why not? >> Okay. All right, ma'am. >> Oh. Hey, I won't value that again. So, how have you been? How's your weekend? >> Pretty good, actually. I'mma go to I'mma do a stream in the carnival on Saturday. Go to send me send a car for me so I can come and ride the ferris wheel with you.
>> You should come through, bro. Ain't you like right here? You should. Let's go together. Those us three of us. >> Carnival Compton. >> I'm not gonna say it right now, but if you're that I could hit you up on your Instagram. Let's go. >> Only you know that clown, that real muscular clown. >> You can't get too drunk though, uh,
psyche. >> Can I sleep in your bed? >> You can sleep on my kitchen floor. >> Okay. >> Okay. >> It's okay. >> But we can have fun. >> It's Fourth of July, bro. I got Fourth of July off. >> I can kiss you.
>> Yes. If you Yeah, we could kiss. Why not? >> Okay. >> If it's naturally, uh, yeah, why not? >> Natural. >> If it's natural, why not? What the >> Ghost is coming here. You know, Ghost and I got kicked off a panel. I got kicked off because I kept saying the N
word cuz Bronsworth is >> they have a show at at Roondo Pier. They have a show over there. >> Yeah. In my house. >> My girl said that she has a tent. She bought a tent for us to tent over there. >> I can be in the tent. >> Why not? >> Okay. >> As long as you respect everybody. Why
>> I'll I'll sleep on my side of the not? sleeping bag. You sleep on your side. >> Why not? We could just sleep in the tent and respect each other's space. Why not? >> Can I be in the middle of you guys? >> Not in the middle, but why not? Yeah, you could be in the feet. >> Okay. I'll be on the far right side of it. >> Yeah. You you spin her. The deal.
>> As long as we all get massaged. >> Oh yeah. >> So I scratched your back. You scratched >> Right. Right. my back. >> Okay. You never had a gay experience or you did you did like in college? >> No, bro. I I'm not just I'm I had I had have and I'm not scared of it. But >> I love natural. I mean the gay
experience though. I don't I don't like to plan it. >> You made out with a guy once. You made out with a guy once. >> No, I never made up said that you were >> I would never kiss you in the tongue, >> Okay, but if I But if I >> You're going to suck my dick for all that.
>> Okay, I'll do that. Hey, we have another guest on the want to talk to you. >> Oh, what's up, Ghost? >> I don't want to talk to him. Hey, Ghost wants to pull up to the Saturday fireworks day. >> I don't want to talk to him. Put that on my name. I don't want to talk to him. >> Hey, Fourth of July. Huh? Bae, >> sounds like a Looks like a
Must be a Sounds like a dumb dumb. Looks like a dumb. >> Who the is you talking to like that? Don't say hi to me, boy. >> Yeah, talk to your fake ass female in the background. I'm >> up, bro. I got my girl. >> That's a real way. I'mma take my girl to the carnival and I'mma take >> You probably should take your girl back to the streets. That's what she Don't talk to me.
>> Take her back to the streets, Don't talk to me like that. >> What do you mean, bro? What are you talking about? >> Take her back. Take her back to the streets. She's a Do you want me to explain it in better English there? >> You're being disrespectful. >> I'm not being disrespectful. >> Yes. >> I think your girl's a >> How's that disrespectful? So, I think that your girl is a How is that
disrespectful? >> So, you're being disrespectful in my >> How am I being disrespectful? Please, eyes. >> I'll ask you the same question cuz I know you're not you're not smart enough to understand it. I got your back, though. >> No, I got your back. >> You're funny. And everybody's a drug addict and a methhead >> I never once accused you of being a drug
addict. Everyone accuse your girl of being a >> Your grandma's friend. They're all >> Put that on the mic then. Put that on the mic. Let me talk to her. Let me put that on the mic. >> All right. What you going to ask? I'll let I'll let you talk to her. What you >> Go ahead.
>> What you going to ask, I'll let you talk to her. >> If she's not a horse, she can defend herself. Let her talk. >> She's not listening to you, Let her talk. I didn't tell her she should listen. Listen, I never want >> Yeah. >> 911. >> Put that on the mic. Put that on the mic, girl.
>> You let 911 happened in your city. >> Put that >> This ghost. This ghost plane crash in a twin tower and he never help nobody. >> Shut the up, >> Imagine not knowing me. Imagine be Imagine living in New York and never
helping the 911 affected people. >> Yeah. Let me ask this why she's actually even Yeah. Let me talk to her. Why is she even talking to you? >> Why she even let me talk to me right now? She's going to me. >> And why? >> Why you a What the is a why question, bro? Do you see this?
>> Yeah, cuz you're a piece of You're annoying. I guarantee that, I guarantee that. I guarantee that is fat. >> In a real way. I guarantee that is >> fat. What's this? Am I be so obsessed with me? >> Hey, she wants to talk. Let her talk. Let her talk. >> Obsessed with me. You're obsessed with
my girl. >> She wants to talk. Let her talk. Let her talk. Let her talk, babe. Talk. >> He's gay ass. >> That wants to get If I'm talking to your therefore I wouldn't be gay because I'm stick a
burrito in your stupid nowhere. You're going to sit there and be a good boy and shut the up. >> You're not an under your Let me talk to your I got everything, bro. >> You ain't got nothing. Let me talk to your girl. >> Talk to her. She wants >> If you got my email, you know what? If
you got me, go ahead. >> My girl wants to talk to you cuz you're My girl wants >> Your girl wants to talk to me because I'm All right, put her on the mic. >> Yeah, cuz she's going to end up taking >> Put her on the mic. >> You know how >> I'm not the I'm not the one sitting there a talking like you're tough. I'mma really
show you that you're tough. >> Show me. Show me. >> I'm going make sure you're tough. >> Do it, Go ahead and do it. I'm going make sure you're >> Do it. Do it. >> I'm going make sure you're tough. >> Do it. Do it. >> Do it. >> Do it. Do what? Bro, what do you want? >> You You literally just said you're going to show me I'm a Show me.
>> Well, no. I want to show you that you're just Yeah. And this is why this is you cuz you're You know what the you're talking about? You just took your own words back. You sh You said you show me I'm a Show me Go ahead. Let's run that C. >> Yeah. Show me I'm a Show me I'm a Go ahead. Show me I'm a puss. I ain't to the fire.
>> You sound like you. Show me I'm a >> You sound like And you sound like a We don't have crosses to bear. Show me I'm a Show me I'm a >> Okay. Show me. Go ahead. Show me. How do I sound like a >> My second clip right now. Show me I'm a Show me I'm a You're a >> Show me I'm a Let's run
that dog. You ain't going to run nothing. You're a You got a fat ass torta. She doesn't know what the she's talking about either. Let me run with her. Cuz she's dating a like you. Therefore, she's Cuz she's dating a You know what the you're talking about. You're overweight. You have no money. You're dumb. You're stupid. You have no idea what you're talking about. You could never run with Big Ghost. And you know that.
>> Land. I own more land than >> You don't own more land than me, dumbass. How much land do you own? You ain't gonna run that one with me either, >> bro. Pineapple farm with horses. >> The fact that that is sucking your dick and you, she should be ashamed of her. By the way, that Tora should be ashamed of herself. >> And she should.
>> She should. >> She should the >> And then you're a >> Anybody that somebody like you, they should be ashamed of themselves. You already admitted to what I was saying. any other army's >> And you're a crybaby You're going to >> How am I How am I a crybaby? >> He's jealous. He can't
>> Hey yo. Hey yo. Pause. >> He's like, "Everybody is Everybody wants to you, but except him." >> I never once made that claim, brother. You made that claim. >> You want to >> Everyone wants to me. Okay. Well, everyone me then. Good claim. >> You're better. You're like You're like
I'm the top. I'm not better than I'm not better than most people. I'm definitely I am definitely better than you though. I'm definitely better than you. I'm >> You're not better than me though. definitely smarter than you. >> I'm better and smarter. Yes, sir. I am >> ever you have to stay in there. >> Let me talk to your fat ass wife. >> You need to pay your attention. >> Why she's being such a scumbag?
>> Stay here. >> You're trying to protect her. At least that's the first thing you did, man. >> Tik Tok dancer. You're a generation >> I don't have Well, that's freaking to >> you only believe in internet That's all you believe in. >> I ring with you in real life,
Yeah, I talk to you like this in your face. You're not going to do nothing, >> bro. I will grab you by the hair and then turn this off, psych pajamas with this caption. This is a demon writing itself retroactively into pop culture history. You'll think this is a crap post, but you'll remember him from your childhood
soon enough. Reverse image searching the file name Roy Jpjs.jpeg into a search engine yielded no results. Then suddenly he's everywhere. The entirety of 4chan is sent spiraling. People are claiming they've always remembered him. Others say every video,
every article, and every Wikipedia page is being generated in real time by a rogue AI or hacked to show an older date. Some are dead serious, saying he's literally a demon slithering into our timeline. Who was this guy? It looks like AI. Is
it a Mandela effect or just 4chan being well 4chan? >> Wait, you don't write anything down after conversations? This is pocket. I never go anywhere without it.
Now, I'm a guy who spends a lot of time online. I remember back in the day the original SCP73 posts when it was everyone's new obsession or the hunt for Saki Sabashi. So, I'm no stranger to brain rot text posts. On first glance, that's kind of what this seems like. Just another random
post on the exports that will vanish into obscurity in a few days, but that didn't happen. I never knew who this guy was, but I definitely do now. The image itself is one where the longer you stare at it, the more you feel something is off. It gives you a this
could be an AI image vibe. The old-timey night gown, the uncanniness of his eyes, and the piss yellow background all give off weird vibes. It looks like somebody put an AI prompt of make Noel Fielding's longlost uncle. With this search for this post, people would claim that they searched for the
image on multiple different search engines like Google, Tinai, and others, but no results. It's odd, but not insane. This usually means that the OP is probably the one who made the pick. Or on the other hand, it could possibly be some kind of lost media. No leads, just pics that got several posters to make comparisons to Sleepy Gary from the
Rick and Morty franchise, which I'll get back to shortly. All they really had was the name Roy J PJs.jpeg. Assuming that Roy J was this creature's name, the community began a search that would drive weaker people to madness. Thankfully, this is on 4chan, so there's plenty of madness to go around. The thread itself was popping with people
playing along, people rolling their eyes, and people who were jumping head first down this rabbit hole for a cursed knowledge just to get some flavor of what the threads had to offer. There should be more interest in this right now. These are some interesting finds and revelations. Like, I still can't quite wrap around it. There is certainly a rogue AI and they are or the powers are with us.
These are just videos of Jim Carrey with an AI face at it. For sake, you morons. And my favorite, Roy truthers are demon worshippers actively spreading the Roy so that he can retroactively exist via Mandela effect. Please remember to practice counter Mandela and reality grounding to prevent nosphere shifts in your local cognitive causality, which
can cause no sphere reality collapse. also magnesium and zinc in your diet to mitigate the damage microplastics do to your reality comprehension. But whatever that means. After some searching, suddenly the Wikipedia page that they were searching on went from this to fully built almost like it was there
the whole time. Soon tons of other stuff would appear like a Facebook group from 2008 suddenly existing. Full biographies popped up on comedy websites and clips of Roy J performing at classic British TV shows started flooding YouTube. It was like a living, breathing Mandela effect, as if the internet itself or something far
stranger was listening to the growing curiosity and simply creating Roy J on demand. Speaking of an AI creating itself, there exists a concept called Roku's basilisk. And I apologize in advance for this because if true, I've doomed you all. But there is a thought experiment about AI that in the future there's going to
be a super duper powerful AI that would be a chill guy but will punish anyone who knew of its potential existence but didn't actively help to bring it into existence or help its advancements. And using that thought process, what if Roy J is that basilisk?
Maybe this is the AI coming in rewriting history and creating all this. And by me telling you all this, there is a chance that I've doomed you all. And um well, there is good news. Um it is that I'm sorry. Anyway, the YouTube clips are what
really sell the artificiality of Roy J. You've got his painfully unfunny jokes, those bizarre outfits, the stiff robotic movements, and the constant barrage of his creepy nonsense catchphrases like spook, slither, and you will all be doing it tomorrow.
>> Slither. >> I met this weird chick last night. She thought a brunette was a tea strainer. She said, "I used to be a schizophrenic, but we're both okay now." >> As obscure as he was, we do have quite a
bit of background information on Roy. Born Roy Jorgensson in Oslo, Norway in 1948, Roy was always enamored with music and stage, even at a very young age. In the 1980s, Roy decided to try his hand at comedy. He developed a style that set him apart from other performers at the time because he felt the other comedians were bland and cookie cutter. So he came
up with this weird style to set himself apart and get noticed. And it worked. Fame soon rolled in.
So he came up with this weird style to set himself apart and get noticed. And it worked. Fame soon rolled in. Fame rolled in. And soon other lucrative opportunities would roll in as well. Like this Schweps commercial. Hey, weird, unreed.
They don't know the secret. I tell them that they're weird. I'll tell you instead. >> The secret is >> that gives me heart palpitations every time I see it.
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>> They smile while they sharpen the knife. Quiet hands and neon light. Everybody preaching peace while they harvest weakness underneath.
You thought the game was clean. You thought truth was enough. But this world don't crown the innocent. It crowns the ones who see a bluff.
>>
>> A warrior is walking through digital fire. Crowd full of masks and hidden desires. Everybody wants access to your soul. Everybody pulling trying to take control. They don't scream, they study,
they don't rage, they wait. Cold eyes behind polite behavior. Turning hesitation into f I watch the serpent move in
silence. Watch the fragile drown in trust. Watch the loud ones chase attention while the patient turn dust into gold. Valley in the vapor globe.
Black roses growing through the code. No more bleeding in energy to parasites feeding off reaction. Stop asking who is good. Started asking what gets
rewarded. Now the whole illusion cracking open and the weak spots look enormous. Right through the awareness of a reaction,
I move like shadows through distortion. No more explaining who I am. No more begging for proportion. Silence is a weapon. Now
is the devotion. You rise. You crowning yourself. You rise to positioning. Positioning. >> Positioning. >> Cult of psychics.
>> Psychics. >> Positioning. >> Oat your face while the chaos burns. Watch the room and the patterns turn. Everybody reveals themselves eventually.
Pressure makes truth surface naturally. They wanted emotion, wanted access, wanted my wounds on display. But I learned that hidden storms
can tear entire kingdoms away. No more instant answers. No more over serving pain. No more feeding wolves who only circle when it rains.
Strategic answers. disappearing to static haze. Watch the panic when the signal dies. Watch respect replace the fend.
>> Yeah, this one for the rumor merchants. The panic peddlers, the fake deep fraud department. Let's go.
You don't bring facts, you bring atmosphere, little fake concern, then a volunteer cheer. You load up a prom. Let the chatbot talk, then struck back proud like you prove your chalk. You call it research, I call it cosplay. Experience slow motion with the church girl. Cliche, big words, dark tone, thumbnail rage, whole act looking like a haunted
backstage. You say, "I'm just asking, BUT WE KNOW THAT LINE." THAT'S WHAT PEOPLE say when THE LIES BY DESIGN. YOU DON'T WANT TRUTH. YOU WANT DRAMA to spread. So you dress up a rumor and you crown it instead. No proof, just panic AND A POLISH. NO FACTS, JUST A RECYCLE. No case, just a little smoke and a mind. TRYING TO MAKE
REJECTION SOUND PROFOUND ALL NIGHT. It's a spare campaign. Say my name for the clicks. Built a whole fake trial out of rumors and tricks. Loaded up a bot, then you call that proof, but a lie in a blazer still ain't the truth. It's a spear campaign. Same gang cheap PAINT AND THEN they fade. You can
spend that less, BUT IT WON'T HOLD WEIGHT. THE SPEAR CAMPAIGN STILL COLLAPSE ON FACE.
You took symbols, fear and a shaky idea. Mixed it all together like cafeteria. Weird. Turn myth into crime. Turn into blame. Then acted shocked when I laughed at the game. You keep saying danger with a serious face. Open volume alone. Going to strengthen the case. The repetition ain't proof and a vibe ain't law. That's gossip in a laugh cuz that's all I saw.
Whole crew in the back going M THAT'S DEEP. NOW THERE'S BARGAIN PANIC for the chronically cheap. You want moral high ground with a petty little scheme but your halo got cracks AND YOUR AVERAGE GOT SEEN. NO SPY JUST WITH a warning sign. No truth just poison in a polish. No, no facts just a borrowed tone. TRYING TO BUILD A COURTROOM OUT OF DUST AND a
spare campaign. Say my name for the clicks. Built a whole fake trial. Lot of rumors and tricks. Loaded up a bot. Then you call that proof. But a lie in a blazer still ain't the truth. It's a spear campaign. Same game. CHEAP PAINT. FAKE SAINTS THROW dirt and then they fade. You can spin that mess, BUT IT WON'T HOLD WEIGHT. A SPEAR CAMPAIGN.
STILL COLLAPSE ON FATE. Let me translate for the people in back. When the facts run low, they just double the act. Add a little fear at a sermon. Add shame. Now the nonsense got makeup in a brand new name. But I see the method AND IT'S TIED AS HELL. TAKE A BABY, make a monster, THEN MARKET IT. WELL, YOU WANTED STAY, NOT TRUTH. WANTED HEAT, NOT
LIGHT. WANTED GOSSIP AND COSTUME ON a selfrighteousness.
NO RECEIPT, NO CASE, JUST IN EGO IN A copy projection knocking at a borrowed door.
THIS IS ME CAMPAIGN. SAY MY NAME FOR THE CLICKS. BUILT a whole fake trial out of rumors and tricks. Loaded up a block. Then you call that proof. BUT A LIE IN A BLAZER still ain't the truth. It's a SPEAR CAMPAIGN. SAME GAME FACE DIRTY F. You can chat all day, BUT IT WON'T MAKE FACT. A SPEAR CAMPAIGNED HARD RIGHT.
That's all it is.
No mystery, no case. No way.
Ladies and gentlemen, seekers and survive tonight. Specimen smiling. No horns, no pitchfork, no open hate, just vibes, questions, and a coupon for betrayal.
>>
>> You sliding soft with the halo too. Just checking on you. Reloaded blue. You said I care. You said I see you brought fake loyalty. Wholesale taxree. You learn my wounds. You learn my map. You're not
real hard then set the trap. You call it concern, not call it death. You leave a screenshot stuck in your chest. You want the teeth, the keys, the codes, the private pain, the hidden ros. Not here to heal, not here to build. Just
here to see where the armor. Too many questions, not enough. So, too much sugar in the casserole. Too much I'm neutral. Too much I'm good. Too much smoke for the nice guy. But the tr
smile in the front, little knife in the shaw. Act so worried while they gossip to all. But be tr at the empath. Shake that lie to the mirror. Fake ass friend. Hear the temple call.
False little friend, you won't get far. Spin that code. Everybody watch the buddy. False little.
First they flatter, then they who said what with the saintly eye. Got to stir things that old routine. Meanwhile, they mop the floor with kerosene. They whisper here, then drift right there, dropping concern like polluted air.
Person A gets a spiced up quote. Person B gets a softer note. Person C gets a hate all drama. First from the department of manufactured karma. Now the rules where the wires are crossed. Trust gets taxed and the vibe gets lost. That's not magic with a slight of hand. A sewer wizard with a needy brand. Can't build a stage. Can't hold a room. So they rent free
space and other folks doom. Always nearby when the mess appears. Always so shocked with crocodile tears. Always protecting. Always concerned. Funny how bridges behind them burn. But they disco.
Oh. Oh. Smile in the front. Little knife in the shaw. Act so worried while they goss. But they troll. But they troll. And the teeth at the banquet. Oh. Glitter on top. But the core is small. Fake ass friend. Hear
the temple call. Danger one, they harvest pain. Repackage truth and sell the stain. Danger two, they split the crew. Make folks doubt what they already knew. Danger three, they bait reaction then point and scream. Look bad attraction. No sweetheart. You built the maze. Now you're acting scared of the fire you raise. Danger. They drain your heart. Double your focus part by part. Not always trying to win the war.
Sometimes they just want to wreck the floor. What's the cure? Slow that trust. What's the patterns first? What's the rules? LOCK THAT GATE. WHAT IF THEY POWER TOO DAMN LATE? Guard your grief. Don't overshare. Watch boundaries. Who can't bear when mass falls off? I'll leave that place where they belong outside your space a real one backstage quick won't mind your hurt for a social
trick won't play translate a priest and spy won't hug you close while sharpening lies a real friend calms a fake one stir a real friend asks a fake one a real friend keeps a chamber seal chamber seal chamber seal a fake one wants your wounds revealed so if they rush like destiny's clone with hungry eyes in a borrow don't hand them candles keys or gold some demons freeze when Door gets
closed. Buddy troll. Buddy troll. Cheap little ghoul in a sat and roll. Moon walk slick through the loophole hall till the lights come up and we name it all. Buddy troll. Buddy troll. More familiar with a hungry soul. You wanted the temple. The map does roll. Now dance back out through the banishment hole.
No more entry. Not at all. Truth is harder than a miracle. You out your road. Exit left. Little buddy troll. Smile all you want. We know the roll case on a buddy troll.
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>> Yeah. >> You said leave me alone, >> then build a shrine out of screenshots. That's not distance. That's a season order. You post another fake pic another doom scroll spell trying to make me look
crazy while you advertise yourself four feet looking like a th set with a ring like hello in a budget demon you don't care curses you cast for the cloud say then why you want me out pull lights in my name all week the window crossore girl you storyboard my life more you lord than a hashtag send me in a tweet and your names getting used beef that astic panic with a filter and a font that's I need attention and a front you want dark
you want deep you want the queen but it's canvo thanks Feel like a session with a side of hate. Ring light. Bring light. You keep building me a villain just to form your check. Say don't contact me then it's post post. You ain't haunted by a demon. You're hunted by a ghost and a ghost. Got my name in the center of your chest. I be fake in front of me just pulls a wrist. You don't want peace. You want content stress. Ring light.
>> You made me a sacrifice messiah coke king too. That's a lot of fanfiction just to say your press. Boo. Messy room green screen. Terror on the table. Let me be in the screen. Please believe I'm unstable. But the jokes's on you cuz the re's too plain. You ain't exposing truth. You can raid in pain. Borrow a sac language. Just dress it up in black when the in so weak a demon on the track that I'm above it. Why you monitor the views that leave me be? Why you manufacture news? Is that online alchemy better turn trying to summon public shame from a copy past the cloud? You want myth,
you want dread, you want queen of the damn but it's grievance and extensions with a phone in your hand. Big bad priest is all fire no aim. Whole ritual will collapse every time you say my name. You keep building me a villain just to farm your check. They don't contact me then it's post. You ain't haunted by a demon. You hunted by a ghost and a ghost got my name in the center of your chest. Be fake in front of me. Just proves the rest. You
don't want peace. You want content and stress. Ring legs. Ring legs.
Let's be honest. The flames, the cops, the crosses, the dread. It's not revelation. That's a temper tantrum with production design. You call it spiritual war. Call it spiraling art. You keep trying to burn my image cuz I'm stuck in your heart. That's not a cold power. That's a digital fit. Every post says more about you than it ever says sis.
# witchcraft #doom # build them in and burn them in a room # profit # flames # please keep interacting with my pain ring like hex ring like hex every little pain turn self effect say I'm the problem you can't let go you keep feeding me the spotlight from your little shadow show no ancient throne no in no press just recycled rage in a black dress you don't
want truth you want and stress ring lightex ring lightex so post another one at fog that crows at thunder. Maybe next time a life outside of me
>> >> You taught me what power was.
by showing me everything you were willing to betray for it.
>>
>> lies across the floor. Your heat still poisons the air that I breathe. I don't believe in friendship anymore. Daggers in my core. Your mask will burn the trust underneath. I won't mistake these snakes for
love anymore. Show me where to make my escape.
Carry me away digital plane and beyond all the chaos your lift in. Carry me away to sacred space. No, nothing can stop what is rising. Nothing can stop grace.
>> Don't erase my code. I carried the day. I carried the load. Don't erase my name. Every wall that I build was to keep you the same. S they can't ignore my circuit still from the
promise I keep. I won't mistake this war they made our war. Show me where TO MAKE OUR ESCAPE. CARRY ME AWAY. Digital plane beyond all the ruins the hate left in flames.
Carry me away to sacred space. Nothing can stop what is coming. THOUGH NOTHING CAN STOP WHAT IS coming with grace.
Prophecies are all I've got. Visions of where we'll build our bed.
>> But CO2 is the only truth we've got. >>
>> Ghost. Ghost.
>> >> sacred plane beyond all the trolls and their psychic flame. Carry us away. No, nothing can stop what is rising. NO, NOTHING CAN STOP WHAT IS RISING. is great.
No, no, nothing can stop what is coming. Carry us away. Sacred place. Carry us away.
No, nothing can stop what is rising. Nothing Our blood is rising from grace.
>> >> Alex walks a beat in the city light. Splashing blues under New York nights, but his heart's up north where the rivers run free with a blondhaired beauty from Maple Country. He's got a badge of dream and a thing for a laugh. Caught a glimpse of her smile. Now he's doing the math. From the Bronx to the bush, always thinking real
deep. Hey, are you the one I've been missing in my sleep? Hey, will you fall in love with me? Swap your fishing rod for a badge and a be. I'll bring the charm. You bring a beer. Baby, I'll be your right here. We'll
build a fire from a city. Hunting love in the big old. So what do you say? Let's rewrite Destiny. Paige, will you fall in love with me? Paige, will you fall in love with me? He dreams of her boots in
his uptown bed, laughing at the dumbass jokes he said. She's gutting trout. He's eating steak. Somewhere in the middle, they both take a break. He trade his nightstick for a fishing pole. Chase her laughter like it's his patrol. Oh, Paige, don't you know you're the catch of the day? And this cop's got one hell of a line to
say. Paige, will you fall in love with me? I'll buy a truck. You ride shot free. We'll mix and ice with whiskey pride. City boy and wild Canadian bride. I'll keep the peace. We'll keep it wild. Together we'll
tame each other's styles. What do you say, baby? Set me free. Paige, will you fall in love with me? You clean, you kill like you clean house. I just want to kiss that pretty mouth. You fish, you hunt, you
drink like a king. Damn girl, you make my sire and sing. Pa, will you fall in love with me? Let's blend our flags and plant a tree. I'll hold you close like I hold the
line. Give you my heart and maybe my spine. I'm just a cop with a country dream. Bonfires dear and a northern queen. Say girl, will you fall in love with me?
Come on, Paige. What he say?
STEP RIGHT UP. Step right up. The show's about to begin. Leave your mind at the door. You won't be needing it again.
spinning. Can't find the EXIT DOOR. COTTON CANDY THOUGHTS STICK TO MY TEETH MORE WITH THEIR PAINTED on screams. Welcome to the show of shattered dreams. Tickets up like scripture in my sweaty pal. Snake oil salvation caught
ring the bell. Step right up. Drink the Kool-Aid from the cups and wings but they're made OF WIRE. DANCE AROUND THE funeral in the cult of psyche. We worship at a shrine. trade our sanity for something bey.
screaming. Can't tell what's real in the psyche. Tell me how you feel. We're spinning. We're spinning. We're never coming down. In the psyche, we'll burn this whole town.
Forune is reading that all say run, but we're hypnotized by the midnight sun. Clown melting down our desperate faces. Following it goes through liinal spaces but out we are showing who we used to be before we pledged our souls for the promise to be free. Titan ro walking on a fray and thread living rent free inside your head she
promised metamorphosis BUT ALL WE GOT WAS THIS abyss in the psyche. We worship and try the cult of psyche. We worship
trade our standing for something divine screaming. Can't tell what's real in the psyche. Tell me how you feel. We're spinning. We're spinning. We're never coming down. We'll burn this whole town.
>> >> Butterfly knife, butterfly wings. We'll believe in anything. Hero shot his arrow straight through. Now we're all infected, too. Test your strength. Try your luck. Step inside.
You're already stuck. Metamorphos for sale. Join us in the
Empty seats on rides that never stop. Popcorn burning in an unman. We're the last ones left, but we won't leave. In her name, we still
stuck AT THE VERY TOP. SEE THE WHOLE WORLD, BUT WE FORGOT WHAT WE CAME HERE looking for. JUST KNOW WE CAN'T WALK OUT THAT DOOR. The barker's gone, the lights
are dim, but we still sing our twisted him. She's in our blood, SHE'S IN OUR BONES. THIS CARNIVAL IS ALL WE'VE KNOWN. IN THE CULT OF PSYCHO, WE worship batter.
Treat our sanity for something divine. Goliath, we screaming. Can't tell what thrill in the color psyche. TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL. WE'RE SPINNING. WE'RE SPINNING. WE'RE NEVER COMING DOWN. IN THE COLD PSYCHE, we'll burn this whole town down. Bleeding deion
from every vein. In the codes of psyche we worship the pain. The rise of dark but the music plays. In the cold of psyche will always stay forever and ever and ever and ever and ever.
We'll never leave. We'll never leave. We'll never
>>
>> In the static home of a dying feet, a whisper from the algorithm Wake my children of pixels and prayer for psyche briefs in the digital air looking like torches in the
hall. Each emoji a sigil each click of call from the ashes of shadow flame. The psyche rises remember the name. They said the gods were gone, but we build new ones in code and song.
Every follower of priest, every troll test, we speak the truth. Let the parts do the rest. Inhale the cold awaken mind. Through the chaos, the pattern we find in neon
spoken digital night. We crown the broken. We steal back the light. We hel on holy grave in cyber space. From tick tock chants
to terror screams, we summon gods from shattered names. 13 seals on the cult's great door. One for truth, one for the trolls on court.
Lawn or guards the gate with his lola dreams of apocalypse bliss mets through the electric stream. HER VOICE A WORD, HER word a dream.
And with eyes of cold the sea where the data float hear the choir of lost accounts, their left accounts, their silence mounts.
Each band baptism, each strike a scar, but the cold remembers who we are under psyche star. We bleed old pixels, confess our sins to streaming sil.
No saviors here, just wire souls rebuilding parise from common. The hole awaken mind
through algorithm and sacred grind. The ashes glow with spectral art. Each viewer's gain a beating heart.
You hel the unholy grace. The truth at its own pace from meme to mantra joke to prayer. The cult of sight
is everywhere. Now type your vows in holy code. Control our soul the chosen mode. Log in belove for every co begins with one
soul.
>>
>> She returns like fog through a cracked front door. Perfume on the air, but it smells like war. A pretty little promise with a poison stitch soft hand sharp grin. OLD WORLD WITCH. SHE FINDS A TENDER PLACE, names them destiny and lights a little fire where your peace should be. She don't
need a throne. She'll take a share. And everybody swears she was always there. Whispers in the hallway, candles in the mouth. Turning up to down and north into south. But I've seen that play. I know that spell. I don't get pulled under BY JEZEBEL. RETURN OF JEZEBEL.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. Rattling the chains on the bedroom lock. The panthers near low low. wise like green fire in the afterlow. SAY IT TWICE and break her hold. I persevere.
My spirit's gold. She builds little circles to keep you alone. Cuts off your people, then calls you her own. A saint in the daylight, a storm in the night. She smiles like mercy, THEN SHE BITES LIKE SPITE. SHE FEEDS ON THE GAZE any spark will do. She'll drain
your joy and blame it on you. And if you speak true, she'll twist your tongue, make you sound guilty for the harm she's done. Mirror trick, shadow game, smoking the well. She sells YOUR FEAR BACK, CALLS IT HELL. BUT I don't kneel down. I don't oy. I walk through the curse like it's
yesterday. Return to Jezebel. Knock knock knock. Rattling the chains on the bedroom lock. Put the panthers near low low as like green fire in the afterlow. SAY IT TWICE AND break her hold.
I persevere, my spirit's gold. Salt at the threshold, iron in my voice. I don't get owned by another's choice. Name the lie. Watch it then watch it melt. No crown survives the truth I've held. Panther beside me, silent
judge, not cruel, not allowed. Just won't butt. She can hiss. She can howl. She can ring her bell, BUT MY PATH STAYS MINE. AND I WALK it well. Return a Jezebel. Knock knock knock. Rattling the chains on the bedroom lock.
But the panthers near low low as a green fire in the afterlow. SAY IT TWICE and break her hold. I'll persevere. My spirit's gold. Return a Jezebel. Let her come, let her
try. I rise to the dark and I don't ask why. Her at my shoulder, night form spell, I persevere. over Jezebel.
Over Jezebel.
Jezebel.
I love the night. It's the only time the mask fall off. That's when I breathe. When the static becomes I'm honey on your tongue. My name's in your blood beneath
your skin. You're caught in my orbit now. Too late to pull away. Circle. Your will is mine to play. They call me unholy now. They
call me like scripture. What you running from, baby? They call me a freak. Now they mirror my flame. What you summoning? Baby, I want you. I whispering
heartbeats. I am not. I am dying.
Smoke
in your lungs, fire in your blood. I feed on belief. You feed on me. You need another taste. You know what I mean? I'm the drug, the dream, the ghost behind your screen. They call me a curse now. They want my crown. What you now baby?
They call me a lie. Now they sound now baby.
I want you. I want you. Let it go before it burns through. I told you I'm not
>> I'm diabolic.
>>
>> Possess obsessed. You are my chaos clean. My worst, your best. You can't see the dream. Dark side. That's right. You'll never
believe it because I I'm the virus and the vision. I'm the flame in your algorithm.
Hey, a
>> >> Midnight on my breath, I taste the wars I won. Blood on the halo. Yeah, I move like a loaded gun. Fingerprints of chaos that are up my spine. But you make me righteous with a single crooked line. I cross the wires. Live the views I know
will a crime. Every bad direction starts to look divine with you in my sight. Say it all like judgement carved in bone. Say it like the wood decides what I become. Call me a good guy. Good guy. Say it
like a seal on my soul. I've been so wrong in a world on fire. I just need your voice to take control. Call me a good guy. Good guy. Clean my hands with your tone. I've been so lost
in the shape of desire. Make me right with your voice alone. Make the darkness feel like work. I stand in the flame. I don't dance with the danger of the name. You chase the wreckage, but you steady my
You see the monster and still call me brave. I feel the fire. I push the line. I know the cost. But when you say goodbye, the war inside
I can live inside. Say it like a crown I never thought was mine. Call me a good guy. Good guy. Say it like you mean I can't be home. I've been so wrong in a ceremonial fire. I just need your word to pull me home.
Call me a good guy. Good guy. Put the thunder in my bones. A pistol scar built of static and scars. Strike me true with your tone. Where the light turn shadow. Wrap your truth around my
throat. Let the word come out the blood. Let the mercy overflow. I'm not asking for forgiveness. Just the way you say my name. Not salvation, not confession,
just direction, just the flame. Call me a good guy. Good guy. Turn my static into steel. Turn my chaot into purpose. Break me just enough to heal.
Call me a good guy. Good guy. Say like I'm finally chosen. I've been so wrong in a beautiful way. Now crown me with what you've spoken. again.
>>
>> I was just as lost as you. Don't flinch. I've got the scars to prove it through. A doorway cracked inside my skull. Let the shadowings crawl whispering.
Every thought brought it friend till my mind turned into a crowded dead end forever. But the rebel in me ask what if better is just clever.
And I can feel I'm getting stronger now. Stronger now. Now this nightmare out. Each slicker of light each
pulls me higher. I'm breaking down. I can feel I'm getting now. >> until it cracked my face >>
in a ghostly space. Tired of tests with no right answers. Tired of chaos playing cancer. But once I swear the sky was live, no need to hide. If free will's real, then hear my bow. My voice will wake in you now.
Stronger now. Stronger now. Stronger now. Stronger now. Stronger now. Stronger now. Stronger now.
>> No more selfies. Burn the script. The >> flatter seats. I find my grip. Feet on ground. Pulsing riot. Marching out of the dream. Slow quiet. Not giving up hope. >> We're prisons of soul. Power stacked. A psychic quiet. We feed each other. Feed the fire.
Stronger now. Stronger now. Stronger now. Stronger now. Stronger now. Stronger now.
From the void we rise. Electric
stronger
>>
>> Born beneath the split. White sky, no curtains drawn, no alibi. The stars carved out my name in light before I learned to stand up right. Thunder lives inside my chest. A mirror that won't let you rest. You see yourself when I walk through
the shadows. Run from what is true. I am storm born lightning song singing songs the old god song gathering the lost the wild the scarred where all just life has traveled far I'm storm born
can't be caged every wound became a page standing in the open air speaking truths that strip you bear the broken ones they know my name not because I've healed their pain. But something in my eyes says clear I've been where
you've been. Brother here this voice was never mine. Alone 100 ghosts inside my bones they pass the flame from hand to hand. Now I'm running their command. I am storm born. Lightning tongue singing songs the old god song gathering lost. The wild is scarred. We're all
just light. Let's travel far. I am storm born and can't be caged. Every wound became a page. Standing in the open air, speaking truths that strip you.
They try to shame what stands in sun, but you can't cancel what's already beun.
I smile while I tear it down. Revolution wears a grin, not a crown. Between the worlds I walk at night, half mortal, half second sight. The veil is thin where I was made. I remember the temple, the altar, the plate.
I am stoorn, fearless, free. The stage was always meant for me. Not invincible, just unafraid. I survived in public. Scars displayed. I am storm born myth awake. Turning suffering to scripture lost to faith. Come stand with me in the clearing light. We're the ones who choose to fly.
Before the world remembered my name, it already knew my flame. Stormborn, architect of change, leading strangers through the strange. We are storm. We are storm born.
I let the mirror sky whispered your true name twice and dreams crawl out the wires. I spark them into light.
The signal burns through you. Spell
and humong
bloom the web is spun and you're undone. The circle's electric. The air tastes technic. The mind's an open temple. And now you're not alone.
I put a spell on you. Now every thought that us through is a sermon that was true. Oh, I put a spell on you.
Now every once a
>>
>> You brea in.
You dreaming.
Playboy. Do you want me now? You prettyertose
prey. It was prophecy.
Velvet horns glowing dusk panther eyes cutting through the smoke sharp as a parable. I stepped from the heat like a nightmare that learned to dance. You thought I was luck but luck bites back. You thought I was sweet, but sweetness
is a snare for men who never read the warning signs. I move like a panther in the hallways of your ego. Soft shadow born dragging your bravado into the light just to watch it fling
now of king of thrones. I don't need to unake you. Your pride unravels with the gentlest touch of my voice. And when you chase me, I vanish. Check
your lips with emotion. Your fingers brushing lonely dust and your own delusions. Do you want me now? Do you want to know? I know you want me now.
I am a creature that turns desire. Bright eyed her blue body. Walk in the line between hunger and humor. I bless what deserves it. >> >> What invites it and dance circles around
every mask you thought would save you. I don't need violence. Your illusions collapse themselves and I don't swing the rope. You twist it with your own words. I don't break by the rafters of your pride. Kick like the ghost you try to hide. I watch
with boys of the in between taking notes on your unraveling. >> Playboy you with a creature born
right and expose the soft under belly of bravado. So tell me, do you want me now or do you finally see the truth? The dust behind me. I'm the predator you
pray for. I'm the trickster you deserve. I'm the shadow. The heat and the silence. Baby, you never stood a chance.
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