Lyrics
The coldness is cool once nothing is left to assume
At the drop of a dime when people switch up on you
It wasn't a switch up, you just glitched up at unrecognized signs
Consequences for the Star Struck and other Horror scopes
Interesting slide down slippery slopes
Invoked by all and sundry
Stormy blues clouds the Sunday
Come what may and letting go of what kills
Being more than just a bill payer in a fucked up system
Pistons firing hardwired to the calamity
The bullet wounded deputies and in hiding sheriff
American tariffs produce Chinese taxes
Can't get no satisfaction
But get Prozac and Xanax
Cocaine and borax and THC wax
Strong as fuck
To silence All The Voices
Be morose and dark
Heartless with no heart
Just commodities
Commodified realities
Uncertainty about tomorrow and next second of this minute
Right now
There's a bullet racing fast
Right now
There's someone's first blast
Right now
Congregations of the night
Right now
People being other than themselves
Right now
We seeing whole systems fail
And the plan is man oh man oh man
It's hell to tell the captain
Folk flapping in the wind....
...trying to hold on to what is gone
Style
blueschicago bluesviolinjazzacid jazzsoul
Credits
Prompt byMy_Uncle_Woochie
GeneratedNov 6, 2025
ModelAria v5
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