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Ghost Trains

from Reversing Entropy by Khemmeta

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apathy's the root of all evil
hatred's just belligerent apathy & I practice mad passive
apathetic interactions with the masses, when I transit
to & from my daily shackles trackin capitol

earbuds blast, may humanity vanish without a gasp,
may the questions strangers have for me never disturb my trance
i built a city of empty buses & ghost trains,
any tourists found within these borders is the most strange

i'm the most sane, according to my own gauge,
& really who's to tell me i'm wrong?
it's like there's no space homo sapiens inhabit safe for my own frame,
except the place I make in my songs

i've taken so long to illustrate years, should call them centuries
cursed to let the goddesses tell me what i was sent to be
stand-in for the loftiest notions, that we pretend to be
failures mean the labels i've fastened can't ever stick to me?


i ain't got no scabs, i got armor over open wounds
charged within the margins where my marker came too close to truth
pacemaker sprockets where my heart tissue is broken too
waiting for a comet for departure past a frozen moon

open with a chosen few, focused on the moment
though the omens of the closing of existence keep approaching
so here's hopin someone notices before we all expire
we don't need no observation, just a tribe of scribe's desires

there's a very real firearm, attached to the stares
of every human you encounter who is not of your lair
it's like we're all competing species, who need opposite air
so we're down to poison everything, til not a soul cares

already nobody cares, so what's the honest explanation
for a strange footprint in your fortress of isolation
time to release the hounds, let em feed to decrease the sounds
of any breath of bystanders still tryna keep you down


just because you pay rent somewhere, don't make it home
someone orderin you around for eight hours don't make you grown
everything you've done right, is the only mistakes you own
face it no one wants to mate us we're basically wasted souls

make it known, that soliloquy surfing will take its toll
the weight of experience pounces, to break your bones
can't control how the fog machines hinder your ways to glow
in case you don't castle up, the dementors might shank your hopes

keep retiring the fire, when they call your truth a liar
and you wonder if the fur and claws and stripes don't make a tiger
they keep calling you a tabby, and your mind is all lolcatty
you can has brainwashing doublespeak to keep you from attacking

maybe that or maybe massacre, you rabid! who's trained?
show these silly mortals where their place is on the food chain
try to call you who's name? ain't no need to answer
'less it's savvin up and slashin siamese for actin' panther

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from Reversing Entropy, released April 8, 2015

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Khemmeta San Francisco, California

Khemmeta's music strives to speak for those who cannot speak for themselves, or are shouted down when they do. His upcoming EP "When I Get To It" produced by Stephonathan (1/3 of both Pride City Purpose & Chedda Guap Boyz) is silly, nerdy, romantic, anti-nihilistic and defiant. He can't wait for you to get to it this [December]. ... more

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