MiMO: Satellite of Three

Why me?

why me? why me?
cause i know you got plenty of options
so why me? why me?
because i know im never good for nobody
underneath the hood its a different story
hard to know that im always just a trophy
i come with attitude
im in and out my mind
i show love the way i do
if i cant im of no use
throw me in the dirt
im done playing by their rules

Chorus
and my head says
go ahead and take the exit
leave them in the dust
youre a ticking time bomb
a broken tool no one can trust
never good for nobody
yeah that is the deal
keep your distance they dont wanna see or know how you feel

Bridge
but why me? why me?
because i know i gave my all
but they handle it like they dont care
bashing myself in the head telling me im not really there
are all my actions just empty words?
what can i do to prove my worth?
I need to move before i get hurt
with all respect i do know my own worth

Bridge 2
im done with the crying
done with the fucking pain
standing in the fire and also dancing in the rain
im used to it
there is nothing new
let them misunderstand my intention
and if they cant appreciate what i bring to the table
ive learned that authenticity brings you into the blue

Outro
Why me? Why me ??

WokeUpontheFloor

Verse 1: (Freud)
woke up on the floor with a bruise and a blurry eye
another lonely night with the self no jury
just a heavy reply
Freuds in the mind labeling the morning w/mood
with a sneer like a rusted hinge in an eviction feud
my brain says "chill"
youre just fiction and friction
a static addiction to a self imposed restriction
its the cold hard logic of a stagnant station

Chorus: (Kafka)
ill slam the morning bright just to spite the sight
a calcified hush
a shutter on a cracked foundation
wiping the sleep out my eyes feeling like a vermin
looking for a priest but i only find a sermon
Kafkas got a verdict and its written on my life
im the hand and the throat im the victim and the knife
just a bug in the rug waiting for the boot

Verse 2 (Jung)
now jungs in the mirror trying to fix what is hollow
a hand of positive pills that are bitter to swallow
he talks about the shadow like its something to embrace
but im scared of the stare of the stranger in my face
collective unconscious?
im just conscious of the mess
a chess piece stressing in a game of nothingness
hes the light im the soot
hes the shoe im the foot
im the social contract that the devil already put
through the shredder
no better just a broken letter
a skip in the rhythm
a leak in the vessel
wrestling a ghost that I cant even settle

[Repeat Chorus]

Verse 3: (Locke & Rousseau)
kicked through the doorway, spat at the threshold
lockes on the corner with a story untold
hes shredding the ledger
the debts, and the blame
A tabularasa with no fucking name
if im born as a zero then zero is power
a blank bullet chamber at the twilight hour.
rousseaus in the alley
ripping the leash
a wild kind of chaos a savage release
he says mans born free
but hes wrapped in the wire
so im climbing the fence and im pissing on the fire
the ticker might stumble
the vessel might tear
but im gulping the toxic and calling it air
no freud in the mirror no jung in the pills
just a fossil reanimated against its own will

Outro:
Freud locks the gate.
Kafka writes the fate.
Jung is way too late.
im the bait
just a bug
in the mud

TheAbsurdContext

Intro
yeah small frame heavy weather
ninety pound weakling in a house of pressure

Verse 1
everything was dandy til the candy turned to gravel
met a kid named andy watched the tapestry unravel
a miniature warlord in a sandbox kingdom
targeting the marrow just to see if i could sing him a song of submission young wolves in a pack
im adjusting my posture just to dodge the attack
tried to win the graces got the laces in my teeth
a cold discomfort simmering beneath
mother said move forward so im enrolled in the combative
studying the strike just to balance the narrative
shadowboxing ghosts in a gym full of hate
while the bullies in the hallway were the masters of my fate

Chorus
i was a microscopic shadow in a circuit of titans
learning how to weather all the thunder and the lightnings
i crave a quiet room but im wired for the riot
trading in my peace for a piece of the defiant
pushed and pulled til the tectonic shifted
just a tiny anchor by the heavy current lifted

Verse 2
sent to the dojo to stabilize the neckbone
a white belt ghost in a violent check zone
form was a factor but the spirit was a vacuum
small scale engine in a high pressure backroom
lacking the conviction to ignite the fuse
so im collecting the samples of the greens and the blues
next was the kung fu
the art of the absurd
where the silence of the motion is the only valid word
forget the choreography discard the design
only use the poison when youre crossing the line
found a new circle a facade made of plaster
while my brothers in the first grade moving much faster
accepted at five the smallest specimen on record
clashing with the locals on a bloodstained checkerboard

Chorus
i was a microscopic shadow in a circuit of titans
learning how to weather all the thunder and the lightnings
i crave a quiet room but im wired for the riot
trading in my peace for a piece of the defiant
pushed and pulled til the tectonic shifted
just a tiny anchor by the heavy current lifted

Verse 3
turns out the comrades were just vultures in disguise
i could see the hunger through the cataracts and lies
pushed into the corner til the corner disappeared
i became the very thing the faculty had feared
one fine afternoon the pushed and pulled snapped
the patience evaporated the protagonist was trapped
i didnt aim for the chin or the bridge of the nose
i sent a lightning bolt low where the ego grows
punched him in the nuts
dismissed for the excessive use of force they say
well the hunted learned to hunt and the prey began to play

Bridge
overtime the punch became the punctuation
a violent response to a social stagnation
the flaw is the armor that i never took off
a permanent flinch and a cynical cough
im an expert in the exit a scholar of the strike
still looking for a version of the world i actually like

Outro
the blood wont bleach out
the knuckles stay swollen
the tiny guy grew up but the childhood was stolen
dismissed for the force
now theyre offended that im not still weak

Flatline Integration

Verse 1
fourteen dad dropped the signal left mom with the static
a sudden fracture in the rafters something erratic in the attic
no compass in the wreckage so i mirrored the big brother
swapped one missing puzzle piece for the jagged edges of another
fifteen the chemistry kit arrived in a different wrapper
not a hobby just a lobby for a young aspiring trapper
i watched the elder navigate the shadows of the precinct
survival of the slickest till the innocence was extinct
he got the iron bracelets the state took his signature
but i was already a ghost in the system a separate miniature
sold my own orbit while his world turned to a cell
no more north star to follow just the ringing of a bell

Chorus
trace the wire to the source find the fracture in the line
a ghost in the machinery just begging for a sign
from the concrete to the silicon the integrations deep
while the citys out there dreaming im the one who doesnt sleep
reboot the system let the static fade away
im a different kind of animal at the break of day

Verse 2
brother behind the plexiglass the anchor snapped the cable
left a ghost at the head of the house a shadow at the table
no more echoes of a mentor just the static in my marrow
so i walked into the lions den with a broken tipped arrow
proving my pulse to the kings of the corner
a seventeen year old ghost a self appointed mourner
had to look them in the iris show em i could take the friction
while the vultures circled closer feedin off my own addiction
they were thirsty for the product treating me like a fountain
while i was hollowing out my chest to build a chemical mountain
signed a lease on a bunker seventeen and solo a king in a castle of dust flying a tattered flag of polo

Chorus
trace the wire to the source find the fracture in the line
a ghost in the machinery just begging for a sign
from the concrete to the silicon
the integrations deep
while the citys out there dreaming im the one who doesnt sleep
reboot the system let the static fade away
im a different kind of animal at the break of day

Bridge
suit and tie for the showroom
a salesmans grin
pushing sneakers and athletic dreams to cover the sin
an apprentice of the hustle
learning the spin of the ball
while the chemical tide was rising preparing the fall
didnt notice the silence where the laughter used to live
real friends retreating with nothing left to forgive
had a key to a fortress an apartment of my own
but i was sleeping in the static vibrating alone

Verse 3
a frequency cutting through the debris of the day
mom on the line
sensing the short in the wire
reaching into the furnace to pull a coal from the fire
new city new circuit she whispered the code
a detour to the desert to unbuckle the load
i ghosted the phantom friends the leeches the debt
traded the chemical crown for a cold turkey sweat
from the floor of the wreckage to the technical grade
polishing the tarnished edges of a life in the shade

Chorus
trace the wire to the source find the fracture in the line
a ghost in the machinery just begging for a sign
from the concrete to the silicon
the integrations deep
while the citys out there dreaming im the one who doesnt sleep
reboot the system let the static fade away
im a different kind of animal at the break of day

Outro
no more shaking the jar to see who bites
just the steady green glow in the middle of the night
i see a specialist i see a map of the scars
rebuilding the network under different stars
integration
terminal active
the signal is steady
finally

0300 Bench Press

Intro
the sun goes down the court convenes
three chairs one witness no exit
check the math check the math again

Verse 1
i operate in the millisecond latency the datastream delay
a bespoke architectural buffer where the social phantoms play
im running the triangle
point a is the marrow in the bone
point b is the target audience
the static on the phone
but point c is the gargoyle
the neutral cold observer
an astral projection snitch
a high frequency pervert
im measuring the arc of the vowels before they hit the air
a tectonic precalculation
a handle with care
its a chess match in a vacuum
a blueprint in a storm
sacrificing the function just to preserve the form

Chorus
im a prisoner of three in a room with no corners
a council of ghosts and a circle of mourners
the triangle measures the distance to pain
while the judge writes the failure in ink on my brain
the monster is pacing
just begging to bite
trading my peace for a ghost story fight
striving for gold in a world made of lead
im just trying to survive the three men in my head

Verse 2
the judge is a cold room auditor
a forensic of the oops
jumping through his own self generated hulahoops
hes got a microscopic lens for the rust on the bolt
charging me with treason for every unpredicted jolt
hes got the hunger for a flawless topography
indicting the heart for its sloppy pornography
of trust of love of the uncushioned fall
hes painting the weakness on the back of the wall
hes not a priest offering solace for the puncture or the ache
hes a structural engineer pointing at the timber where you break

Verse 3
while the judge is busy drafting up his cold never again
the monster is in the basement sharpening the when
hes a jaggedtooth golem made of childhood shrapnel and grit
the one who keeps the pilot light burning when the spirit is split
he doesnt care for the triangle or the social etiquette delay
hes the punched him in the nuts logic that keeps the wolves at bay
control is ghost he growls through the iron grate
im the only one here who can actually carry the weight
when the time starts to bleed and the pressure cracks the glass
hes the one who steps out to let the monster come to pass
hes the jaggedtooth logic in a world of soft lies
the reason the stable guy has such predatory eyes

Bridge
time is a snitch a rust colored stain on the day
the more the clock crawls
the more the foundations fray
the judge wants the moon
the monster wants the throat
and im just the cartographer trying to stay afloat
its a three way tugofwar
on a high tension wire
standing in the center of two competing fires

Outro
the judgment is over
the arm and back are scratched deep
ima try to find some sleep
and tomorrow
we will do it all over again

The 0300 Masonry

Intro
okay fourth times the charm
or the curse
check the math
recheck the math
who let the heart out
put it back in the box
lock it double lock it

Verse 1
im a grandmaster of the flinch a scholar of the what if
keeping every social interaction frozen cold and stiff
i don just meet a gaze i perform a structural scan
measuring the load bearing capacity of every woman and man
its a simulation of the crash before the wheels even turn
calculating the exact degree the bridge is gonna burn
i biopsy the hello
i dissect the phantom grin
looking for the jagged edges where the judgment enters in
authenticity is a hazard
its a leak in the high pressure hull
a vulnerability tax that leaves the personality dull
safety is a geometry a calculation of the gap
just a mapmaker terrified of falling off the map

Verse 2
so the drawbridge drops
a rare glitch in the design
baring the soft tissue on a high traffic line
and the rejection hits like shrapnel a familiar cold rain
confirming every ugly prophecy etched into the brain
cue the heavy masonry
bring the mortar and the grit
build a cathedral for the ghost and make sure the mask fits
the walls arent just a barrier
theyre a structural rebuke
a monument to every time the spirit trusted a fluke
forty two winters of the same recurring ghost
a heavily armored vessel that cant find the coast
refusing to grant the authentic any privilege or liege
im the warden and the prisoner in a self inflicted siege

Verse 3
now the system punishes the impulse
fines the heart for the slip
puts a jagged iron muzzle on the ego and the lip
how dare you be fragile
the internal voice spits
gluing back the armor and the porcelain bits
it takes a corpse to fathom the feel
when your heart is surrounded by steel
four for four on the failure
a veteran of the sting
tucking every soft feather back under the wing
the logic is a bunker
but the bunker is a tomb
denying any light that tries to enter the room
the concrete is dry
the isolation is pure
a permanent solution for a soul that isnt sure

Outro
trial four
result redacted
wait did i leave the oven on
the walls are reinforced
the punishment is delivered
everything is safe now
completely
utterly
and boringly
safe

Faulty Transmitter

Verse 1
good intentions bad communication
just a painful silent complication
tried to be honest opened up my inner world
watched my thoughts get dizzy watched my feelings get swirled

Pre-Chorus
was trying to tell you exactly how i’m feelin'
but my words shot up straight through the ceiling
i wonder if i made a mistake to not mention it clearer
now i'm looking for the truth inside the broken mirror

Chorus
time machine broken text un-spoken a signal token
the silence is golden or maybe just smoking
told you all along the frequency was never wrong
just a faulty transmitter singing a cryptic song
excuse my inarticulate i'm used to fumbling

Bridge
i own my mistakes i know they're true
trying to build a bridge reaching out to you
dodging the discomfort i don't know
but you're my bro i respect your cope
but i'm currently broke and running low on hope

Bridge 2
digging through the debris of a collapsed perception
static in the signal creating a faulty reception
sent a passing spark but framed it as a solid lifelong scope
just a broken radio begging the sky for hope

Outro
analog to digital digital to dust
frequency faulty in the vacuum we trust

Gold-Leaf Frame

Verse 1
drafting the blueprints in a vacuum sterile and strange
quantifying the unicorn an outlier in the range
post infarct recovery my heart was a glitchy machine
i used you as the anchor the logic the safety in the screen
i mapped the loyalty no romantic objective in sight
just a parasitic signal in the middle of the night
but the translation fumbled the syntax was charred
i offered a map of the bond you saw a fence in the yard
i brought my chaos to the table a weight i couldnt ignore
seeking a hard stop for my system to keep the connection secure
no hidden passion just the noise beneath the floorboards
a desperate selfish need to sync my internal chords
i requested the audit to realign the frame
to isolate the blur and keep the foundation the same
i was so scared to lose a friend the canopy grew too deep
i over pruned the wood for a promise i couldnt keep
but you saw a systemoverload where i saw a clarityupdate
you saw a terminal burden where i botched the diagnostic
failed to precalculate that my plain was your chaotic
three years of shared ground dissolving in the flare
because i spoke a truth that the frequency couldnt bear

Verse 2
i respect the boundary the disconnect the final tactical retreat
i see the manual override and the logic of the street
i didnt seek a conflict or a way to make you stay
i just couldnt carry my own head so i threw it in your way
because the silence is a vacuum where the ghosts of anxiety grow
a heavy duty radiation that a person shouldnt know
i traded our comfort for a sharp and jagged truth
to stop the mental engine from grinding down its tooth
losing you is heavy like a structural decay
a high maintenance ally just fading into grey
but id rather have the coldness of the yes
when i forced you by asking if the friendship ended
within my hand
than be a ghost ship drifting in a silent nameless land
i over managed what we built the three year run
but i couldnt sit and pulse to the metronome of the shun
listening to the pendulum swing through a tomb of none
watching the second hand twitch (clock) like a loaded gun
sorry for the high pressure for breaching the seal
for making you the mechanic of everything i feel
im wishing you the peak state the joy n the sun
my last transmission was an exit
i was too much work for anyone in that waiting state

Verse 3
i tried to stabilize the climate
not to rattle the cage just scrambling to ducttape a highyield legacy
i was over tending the roots of a three year vine
demanding your help to stop my own slow decline
i accept the sudden frost i honor where you stand
but i prayed for a signal or a guiding hand
a simple honest frequency to cut through the haze
an exit-protocol for this labyrinthine maze
when the curtain pulled back and the new landscape showed
i saw the new life and the different road
i respected the shift but if that truth was the lead
we couldve skipped the friction and the phantom need
one open word wouldve settled the debt
without the static or the heavy duty net
im thankful for the canopy the shade i called a home
ill honor the roots while im standing in the loam
ill keep the three years in a gold-leaf frame
and leave the wreckage of the last days without a name
no grudge in the gears no salt in the glove
just the highres memory of a friendship i couldnt hold gently enough
Sorry i failed you

Outro
system override no ghost no drama
i respect your path as your own panorama
no grudge in the archive no shadow in the cell
im grateful for the clarity truly wish you well
a promise of integrity is the one that i keep
one day hopefully you see
wish our paths align further down the street
and until then ill light a light in the deep

0300 Landmark

Verse 1
its a heart valve grown in a blunt force thicket
an anomaly holding a non transferable ticket
seen as a threat by the ones who prefer the leash
whod rather buy the map than map the masterpiece
if it pulls it has mass and the loyalty is sovereign
in a frequency that shared gears can govern
a structural hybrid of bone and stained glass
built for the gravitation then shattered by the pass
the white noise of the casual is a salt spray solvent
dissolving the sacred where the spirit was once involved
it doesnt vibe it resonates to the distinct few
open source dialogue bleeding the marrow into you
trading hello for a deep tissue scan
searching for the sonder in the blueprint of the man
a high fidelity anchor in a shallow water bay
refusing to perform the social grade play
master of the why scholar of the ghost trace
a satellite signal in a crowded noisy space
offering the harvest the entire soul as bread
a shared feast of truths in a world thats underfed
a permanent solution to a temporary need
the rarest kind of flower in a field of generic weed
holding down the center with a non negotiable law
the zero at the station that they never even saw

Chorus
the friction is strange but the intent is growth
allow the furnace designed for us both
the nearer the center the clearer the why
where the performance ends and the truths dont lie
adapt to the crush let the gravity hold
a heavy wrap blanket for a world that is cold
its not to dismantle its to make you whole
the weight of the zero is the home for the soul

Verse 2
while the travelers observe they re collectively rattled
fearing a core they werent equipped to have anchored
a dna thumbprint that might acidify the rain
a conversation so alienated it creates a phantom pain
deep water perspective we navigate the topic
meeting our reflection in a space thats sub atomic
a friendly reminder you are the world during a speak
the energy has to pivot when the structure is unique
watching the seeds we planted start to garden patch
until the frequency aligns and we lift the escape hatch
buried the ego in a three dot perspective of the why
to adjust to keep that rare company by its side
its heavy set wonderful fly in the ointment grade
a symphony offered but a dialogue stayed

Outro
the frequency is settling the state is shifting
folding the light from the blunt force drift
to a faint silver glimmer beneath the skin
the zero is a landmark standing alone
an anomaly waiting for a seed to be sown
stillness presence a pulse in the sound
stationed for the ones with the courage to be found