Escapism- Chapel Perilous
Chapel perilous" is a term referring to a psychological state in which an individual is uncertain whether some course of events was affected by a supernatural force, or was a product of their own imagination. It was used by writer and philosopher Robert Anton Wilson in his 1977 book Cosmic Trigger. According to Wilson, being in this state leads the subject to become either paranoid or an agnostic. In his opinion there is no third way.
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Verse 1 (Jade Gritty)
I know real, I know fake
I know give and take
I know takers out there
Snatching from these givers plates
Takin what they’re givin
Tryin to catch that break
Wake and bake, bottom shake
Buncha fakin snakes
Pump ya breaks
Tailgate-
Three feet to breathe
Oxygen let it bleed
Bottom pit, belly beast
Where the leeches breed
Call it how I see it
Ya know the shit, plant the seed if flowers bloom so be it
Water the concrete
Feedin the cracks
What is a heartbeat
When it attacks
Don’t mean no harm
Stating the facts
Runnin in place
Circling back
Won’t get ahead keep moving like that
Temple is empty, stadium packed
Circadian rhythm is fading to black
End of the 12th your face in a mat
Swept under
With those passive aggressions
Passionate perfections
Mixed in with bad intentions
Peep the lesson
And seek truth in your reflection
Diving intervention is just self introspection
Personal collection
Witness, never mention
Genetic bifocals peer in the 5th dimension
What’s perception-
But faulty at its best
Codes and shapes and golden plates
Serving up that sacred flesh
Verse 2 (Taboo)
Hear em Talking to me
Feel em walking through me
Spirit in the room Haunted truly
sorta knew me
Til saw the New me
Making bold statements
Live from the center Oasis
Communing with souls of them Old ancients
In a Cold basement
What i hold sacred
Give an ovation to the court jester
Who thought better of the
Laws measured
Never folding under the Core pressure
We endure weather
For the lost treasure
Let my innate semantics
And crazy antics
And the pain we brandish
Paint the canvas
These are the wings to escape the panic
These are the things we take for granted
So it’s Time to fly
Ride or die
Survived a lot and I’m not surprised
Rising from death like I’m alive
I’m guided by
The god inside
Let my fam bless ya
What u cant measures
Written in blood til the last letter
Through the white noise and the antennas
I channel the voice of my ancestors
This Sacred tribe
Aided by an ancient vibe
That Came to light
Taking strides
Day and night
Tryna bridge this Great divide
Hit the earth screaming
In the dirt bleeding
Working per diem
To insert meaning
These are the feelings that Words cheapen
This is the hurt that’s worth keeping
Verse 3 (Tabinstereo)
It’s linguistic
its king fisher
this waste land
this big picture
just taste bland
on gray dishes
its off brand
its case sensitive
don’t mention it
they just want no incidents
no pension
and slow business
thats no coincidence
that should grow the dissonance
that should show the visitors
don’t listen
its blind ignorance
skip trace
and call into it
dictate
and talk into it
trip face
and fall into it
fall into it
all into it
where
all senses
augmented
with
all instruments
see
all of this
is just politics
And theres no sense to it
so tired of them
that my consciousness
has been circuit bent again
when their arguments
are so hard to win
but theres no convincing them
I seen none come back
we all went in
thats off principle
some of us look back
some of them gave in
thats all fixable
some of them looked up
some of us look in
to the non visible
some of them gave up
some of us won’t win
its all mythical
the beyond physical
non sensical
god lives in you
arm head to toe
bred digital
archetypical
barbiturate
smooth criminal
a bit cryptic
its all rhythmical
in sync
with the invincible
one blink
and thats some visit
its all temporal