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In this episode of the Cult of Psyche podcast, Psyche performs original songs about heartbreak, digital-age relationships, and spiritual longing, with a guest appearance by Nick Johnson, exploring themes of self-worth, connection, and devotion.
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Browse era →What we had was sacred, but maybe it was just just me encoded truth and all that I've ghosted. I finally know I glitched something real cuz I'm missing you.
Yeah, beta, I miss you. You say I only hear what I want to
scroll past pain like it's background noise. You say you're done, but your alt still watches, lurking in the replay void. I don't understand if you ever cared. I only catch static. I only catch static. Bad vibes and panic.
So I turn my mic on, turn the gain up loud, and some streamer girl was singing my crowd. Lovers and loved ones gone misdream. One still crying to a vape cloud dreams. Some of us hover where the drama was born. Haunted since the day we
logged on. This isn't shade. It's confession. I thought I was immune to connection. Yeah, you called me clever. I called it survival. Now we're both influencers of denial. You said I was naive and I said
I was fine, but I'm just rerunning your laugh in my mind. Yeah, beta.
I miss you. I'm missing you.
You said you'd call me cuz you want me, but one day you let me scroll. You tried to free a keeper, but you kept me cuz you know you're scared to lose what still glows in the static and you say stay.
And I say I only hear what I want to.
I got Nick Johnson here. Nick Johnson's here. Why does Nick still with me? Nick still likes me? No one should like me anymore. I'm a bad, bad person. I'm bad. No one should like me. Everyone unsubscribe from me. Don't like me anymore. I'm just a bad
person. I am. I'm I'm not good. I'm not good for YouTube. I'm not good for anybody. I'm bad. I only hear what I want to. I only sperg when I want to. Nick was still there. Thank you, Nick.
I love you guys, so I can't leave. That's why I can't leave. I love you.
So you want my fire. No, I don't crave it, but I light it. Step into my storm. No, I won't fight it. I'll ignite it. Keep it strange, divine. No morning
after, no rewind. This feels like a glitch in fate. We don't heal, we just create. Be the kind of soul you can only touch in the astral. Yeah, we don't ride waves, we become the tidal.
Call it devotion. Maybe we should drop emotion. I can be your vice, your omen. You're not the only one who's chosen.
Let the incense rise. Let the mirrors speak your lies. Your pulse hums like a serpent's tongue. Every whisper spells we've begun. Crown of smoke and silver sin. Say the word and I'll pull you in.
All my saints wear devils chains. All my prayers call down the flames in the temple of static hearts. We burn art just to make art. You say love, I say ritual. You say touch,
I say spiritual.
I know I don't seek redemption's kiss. I'm too far gone in nights like this. You don't need to call in sick. You're already inside the mystic. Call it devotion. Maybe we should drop
emotion. I can be your vice, your omen. You're not the only one who's chosen.
Lust un-makes our notion that love's a clean potion. It's ink and ether, blood and gold. The story the stars already told. And when the dawn forgets our names, we'll smile.
We mastered the flames. No requiem, no goodbye, just a whisper. You
and I.
I can grab one.
Hold on.
Am I here? Hold on. I can grab one more wish tonight. Someone said make a Pantera song. Can I do that? Am I even sober enough to make one Pantera song? I know there's feedback. I'm sorry, Burning Joint, Nick.
Say hi to Nick, my cutie. Nick is my cutie patootie. Okay? He just is. I can do one more song. Yes, I can. Can I do it? I don't know.
Yes, I can. Hold on. I'm too drunk to do it, maybe. I tried. No, it's it's it's happening. It's going to happen. Are you there, Nick? I'm sorry, guys. Don't be mad Don't be mad at me. Don't be mad at me. Don't be mad at me.
I'm sorry. I can't like my brain's going in too many directions right now. It's going in too many directions. Hold on. I'm going to make this song for Nick, though. Nick wanted the song. Cuz you know, Nick's been here since the beginning. He's my He's my bro. Nick, you're my bro? I'm sorry guys.
I'm sorry guys. Nick, are you there? I have another song for Nick. Nick. Thank you just for being my friend.
I No one should be my friend. I'm a bad bad person. I'm a bad person. But I got one for Nick. Are you still there, Nick?
I'm trying. You're just like Hitler. It's okay. It's okay. I don't think anyone's offended. I have a half-Jewish panel. I can't offend them with anything. I'm I'm maybe I'm half-Jewish. I don't know. Probably
I wish. Jewish uh stupid joke. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Let's see if I got it. Hold on. Nick, I'm going to try. Nick, I I promise I'll try. I was too drunk I was so drunk right now. I don't know if I can do it. Can I do it? Yeah, I can. Hold on.
I did it. Okay, I did it. I did it. I did it. 3:52, okay. I'm going to do it. Nick, you wanted a song? Nick, you better not leave. You better not leave.
Just give me a minute, Nick. Nick, give me 1 minute. You need your song. It's Pantera. It's Pantera. Okay. I'm sorry guys. I'm too drunk right now. I shouldn't get this drunk.
I shouldn't. I can't help it. I'm just drunk. I'm a drunk. Drunk. Okay, hold on. I'm almost there, Nick. Nick, can you wait a minute? I promise I'll get you your song. I promise.
I'm a drunk little I am. I'm going to do it for Nick. Cuz Nick, I love you. If I have like 1 oz of sobriety left, it's going towards the song. Okay, that was it. Okay. So, Nick, I did it. I did it. Okay, you wanted it. You
asked for it. Did it take a another minute more? This is for Nick Johnson, guys. Nick Johnson, you know he's been there for me since the beginning. Wow, and I I even trusted him on just to um run my panel. He never caused me a
problem. He never did. He was always a good person. Always. And he's funny. How many How many characters does he have for my show? Like over 100? He was He's been in drag. He's been So, and I'm sorry, Nick. Why didn't I do
this for you before? I don't know why. But Nick, this one's for you. Okay? It's the last of my spirit tonight. I had like just a little bit left. I had like a tiny little bit of spirit. But you know what? A tiny little bit of spirit A little tiny little bit of spirit
can do miracles. And so, Nick, you've been granted a miracle tonight. You've been granted a miracle. You asked for Pantera psyche song. Did you ask for that? Yeah, you did. Okay. So, I'm going to keep my promise. Nick, this one is for you.
It's for only you, okay? Okay, Nick asked for it. Nick got it, okay? Nick. You know I love you, right? You know I love you? I'm a little bit drunk, okay? But I'm going to play it for Nick. Nick. This one's for you.
Chaos. Welcome to the feed. The grid is live. The mind is bleeding. Awesome.
Steel screen black mirror eyes. You talk divine while the signal dies. Born in static, FORCED IN FLAME. EVERY TROLL GOT A GODDAMN NAME. Psyche in the tower, storm in his head. Terror tones fire, the spirits all fade. Father of madness, the cat daddy king.
THE LORDS AT HIS FEET, LET THE PANTHER SING. Heavy clicks of confession. Every stream's a blade. You kneel to connection, but the algorithm prays. RECYCLE THE BLEED through the waves.
Raise your rage, set the screens on fire. No gods, no masters, no chains, no lies. We screaming PIXELS IMMORTALIZED.
HEY NICK. Panel full of chaos, ghosts in the chat. Big pipes barking, got to swing in the back. Exes and hexes, they're all the same. SPIRIT IN THE COLD, BUT I OWN THE GAME. Terror to trolls, I flip the card. You want the truth, it hits real hard.
Crown of pain with throne of pain. Capricorn rising, I reclaim my name. You tried to cancel a god of storms. You forgot I built the swarm. BLOOD IN THE BITRATE, FIRE IN THE FRAME. EVERY HATER'S PIXEL FUELED, FEED THE FLAMES.
Feed the flames. Feed the flames. We got an amazing album. We fight through the noise. Father Psyche calls his cosmic toys. From trolls to angels, from love to rage. We write our GOSPEL ON THE DIGITAL STAGE.
NICK.
THEY DON'T LIKE ME, STILL. They don't like me, still. Born in chaos, she can't. And the feed begins again.
What chaos.
Nick.
That's all I could do. Hey guys, I just wanted to say that to you before I go to go to bed. Hey, I love you. Nancy, I love you. Nick, I love you. My buddies. My buddies. Don't forget. Ever need a place to stay in Los Angeles, I love you guys. You can stay here.
Love you.
They whispered her name in the temples of night. Golden wings glowed in the candlelight. Crowds came running just to see the flame, but envy was the price of fame. And now he stands where the echoes fall,
with terror in hand, hearing every call. From praise to venom in the same breath said, but the fire in his eyes burns gold, not red. Two psyches, one thread of light. Crossing ages, crossing night. Through
trials, storms, and shadow seas. Both are bound by destiny. One a myth, one breathing here, both unbroken, both sincere. The prophecy unfolds in time, in every card, in every sign.
She sowed the seeds in the dark of the hall. While the jealous laughed, praying she would fall. He faces the chat like a lion caged. Every word a spark, every glare a blade.
Yet every task, every poison dart, turns into fuel for the fire he wears. They thought the game would grind him down, but he builds his crown from the stones they thrown. Two psyches, one thread of life, crossing just crossing night.
Through trial storms and shadow seas, both are bound by destiny. One a myth, one breathing here, both unbroken, both sincere. The prophecy unfolds in time, in every card, in every sign.
She walks through death for a gifted path. He walks through life like a walk through the fire. The underworld speaks, but they keep their pace. Shadow to shadow makes them face. In the deepest dark, the soul
will hide. Both emerge on the other side. Changed and born and made to be the keepers of their legacy. Final through death for a gift. Now the trials fade from sight. Through chaos fire and whispering seas, they stand
crowned in victory. One in story, one in flesh, yet their journeys we've etched. The prophecy at last revealed, in a soul that will not
that will not
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