u/SUPERDRAGONDELUX

Stinging gales suffocate...speech.
The forgotten desert is just beyond your reach.
Under sand from the genesis stone,
I eternally hunger for pasts, unknown….

The fingerprint laid in the willow grove eroded,
As your final breath released!
I’ll Devour your emblem.
Extract the essence.
Transcend through my teeth...

Venom dries in the desert heat!
Evaporating all identity...
Crimson to gray!
Crimson to gray!
All that was,
Has washed away!
(SATIATE THE SNAKE!)

A symbol without a meaning...
A soul without a being...

Traces… (immolate).

The void… (dissipates).

Illumination (desecrates).

The light...

REMAINS!

Venom dries in the desert heat!
Evaporating all identity...
Crimson to gray!
Crimson to gray!
All that was,
Has washed away!

SATIATE THE SNAKE!

Crimson to gray!
Crimson to gray!
All that was,
Has washed away!

SATIATE THE SNAKE!

Calculate the weight of the husk....
Measure the distance between
The Actor and the Mask.
We are peeling back the layers of a
Stagnant, suffocating narrative.

One: Separate the muscle from the memory.
Two: Relinquish the architecture of the "I."
Three: Let the fluid of the new self Hydrate the cracks of the old.

MOLT!
The calcified ego fractures under the pressure of the Void.
CHANGE!
A violent recalibration of the spinal frequency.
SHED SKIN!
Leave the dry, hollow shell for the scavengers of the past.
EXCISION!
Cutting away the necrotic tissue of "Before."

Extract the ending.
The story was a cage.
The cage was a choice.
The choice is...
Gone.

One: Separate the muscle from the memory.
Two: Relinquish the architecture of the "I."
Three: Let the fluid of the new self Hydrate the cracks of the old.

FUCK THIS CAGE
FUCK THIS PLACE
BREAK OUT TO BEGIN!

Maybe it’s just been my experience, but after interacting with the both communities the ones that are primarily on Twitch Discord or even YT are much friendlier and welcoming than the ones i’ve encountered on TikTok.

I had one skip my track 1 min in after waiting an hour in stream for it to play, and he talked over the lyrics to say that people don’t have attention spans to wait for a chorus 1:30 mins into a song (song length was barely over 4m) and just went next…but maybe that’s just on Par for a TikTok streamer?

I genuinely don’t know, they also seem very “clicky ” with their own inner circles and seem to treat it more of a job or obligation rather than a fun hobby. They seem to treat you differently if you’re not paying for a spot in the queue and annoyed with using the free line.

a few months ago I posted on here looking for some thoughts on a few names my partner and I were talking about for our boy due in June!

one being Emrys Sage (last initial P) which is what we ended up choosing :)

The feedback I got was helpful and encouraging, especially when picking an uncommon name.

I just wanted to thank you all for helping us with naming our first child, and to all the Dads out there happy father’s day ☺️

The orange highlighted price to the left of the price tags will tell you the per pound/unit price, which if you are buying different quantities (like say a large or small jar of peanut butter) will tell you, which is the better one in terms of $/weight.

This might be very obvious to a lot of you, but for me, it took a very long time to even pay attention to it and I’ve saved a ton of money since then. It also gives you a good idea of what wholesale prices look like.

Are these lyrics too “metaphor heavy” ?

The song is about genetic memory, and the chorus;

“it’s there but you can’t see, eyes on wings through tragedy”

references 3 things:

- a moth with eyes on its wings, which are an emblem of the apex of its current evolution, and a result of its ancestors with inferior genetics being eliminated one way or another (tragedy)
- your own instincts, your own tendencies and the subconscious control our minds have that operate our entire reality
- a predator who cannot see the moth who is camouflaged due to its wing pattern

here is the entire song:

(MEMENTO)

It’s there... but you can’t see.

(MEMENTO)

(MEMENTO)

Eyes on wings through tragedy...

Sacrificial signature,
A beautiful variation.

The panic of the animal is coded in the chest,
A jagged, stunted artifact surviving with the rest.

Emerging instincts of primal age,
Tooth and nail mill through the page.

A haunted helix, conditioned binary blood,
Autonomus control of sensory flood!
A drop channeled to the front, it does not know,
Surface hides the ocean, it cannot show.

(MEMENTO)

(MEMENTO)

It’s there... but you can’t see!

(MEMENTO)

(MEMENTO)

Eyes on wings through tragedy!

Commemorate what’s gone...
For you have it now.

What failure do you offer your children?
What failure do you offer your children?
What failure do you offer your children?
WHAT failure do you offer your CHILDREN?

Encoded wisdom... in the SPIRAL!

(MEMENTO)

(MEMENTO)

It’s there... but you can’t see!

(MEMENTO)

(MEMENTO)

Eyes on wings through tragedy!

Encoded wisdom in the spiral...

(MEMENTO)

(MEMENTO)