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Cease to Exist

by The Psyatics

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1.
CEASE TO EXIST At death’s door, now fading fast I’m done for, on the wrong side of the grass I’ve pegged out, exhaled my last There’s no doubt, on the wrong side of the grass I’m brown bread, six feet of soil For pine bed, shuffled off this mortal coil I’ve snuffed it, the flesh to spoil My obit, shuffled off this mortal coil Therapists quickly misread Say that it’s all in my head No use to resist, I’m dismissed I’ve ceased to exist…I’ve ceased to exist It’s curtains, for this host I’m certain, I have given up the ghost My swan song, so make your toast I’m long gone, I have given up the ghost Narcotics forcing my sleep Encouraged to count black sheep No use to resist, I’m dismissed I’ve ceased to exist…I’ve ceased to exist The big sleep, has eclipsed This trash heap, folded up and cashed my chips I’ve succumbed, came to grips My outcome, folded up and cashed my chips And no one’s turned up to grieve That’s why I tend to believe No use to resist, I’m dismissed I’ve ceased to exist…I’ve ceased to exist R Bell 5-31-2020
2.
Guttersnipe 02:28
GUTTERSNIPE INTRO STARTS SLOW, PICKS UP AT 3*- 8* INST Miss disheveled has bedeviled. Miss unkempt does tempt Dilapidated dames I’ve dated knew nothing but contempt Now I’m done searchin’ for my urchin. Miss shabby chic to cheek Tatterdemalion tamed this stallion, her mess possess mystique She’s guttersnipe… just my type BREAK (4*) Slovenly’s the one for me. My fair ‘worse for wear’ Tamed tarnished tart who won my heart, no chaste chick can compare She’s guttersnipe… just my type Miss muddy mess, darling of dirty deeds Honey, how you make me need SOLO (8*) Miss disheveled has bedeviled. Miss unkempt does tempt Dilapidated dames I’ve dated knew nothing but contempt Slovenly’s the one for me. My fair ‘worse for wear’ Tamed tarnished tart has won my heart, no clean cut can compare She’s guttersnipe… just my type Shambolic sister, befouled has beguiled Damn, darlin’, you drive me wild R Bell 6-1-2020
3.
Tapeworm 02:55
TAPEWORM Eating the flesh undercooked Infected meat overlooked Grow in intestines of host The parasites are diagnosed Intent to carry full term Bundle of joy, this tapeworm Blessing to cure excess weight Patience to let it gestate As we procure, feed to mature, this once obscure, now haute couture Almighty spore all carnivores now clamor for Demands follow womanhood Small price to pay to look good Pressures of peers plays its part We must suffer for our art As we procure, feed to mature, this once obscure, now haute couture Almighty spore all carnivores now clamor for Eating the flesh undercooked Infected meat overlooked Grow in intestines of host The parasites are diagnosed, the parasites are diagnosed As we procure, feed to mature, this once obscure, now haute couture Almighty spore all carnivores now clamor for R. Bell 11/27/20
4.
WE ARE THE DISEASE Azrael rides his pale horse throughout the streets Passing piles of folks without name, draped in sheets The din of industry, the sin of men like me Slowly fades into memory So nature pushes through the pavement, day by day Reclaiming rights to her lands, long taken away The earth slowly awakes, and forcibly retakes Correcting our past mistakes And we are the disease….so says the diocese Azrael rides his pale horse throughout the streets Passing piles of folks without name, draped in sheets The din of industry, the sin of men like me Slowly fades into memory So nature pushes through the pavement, day by day Reclaiming rights to her lands, long taken away The earth slowly awakes, and forcibly retakes Correcting our past mistakes And we are the disease….no savior to appease R. Bell 3/21/20
5.
Phantom Limbs Said it’s his last score A point of contention Her wishes ignored He had no intention He put in the hours Picked out his pseudonym Learned to hone his powers Using his phantom limbs Using his phantom limbs Double amputee Discovered his control Science disagrees Therein lies his loophole Death and he detached Reasoning bedim Dearly drawn to dispatch Swinging his phantom limbs Swinging his phantom limbs Bumping off his whore Garroting his crew Cops could not ignore Nor could they follow through Was wanted statewide Though future forecast grim Hooked hailing a ride Dragged by his phantom limbs Dragged by his phantom limbs R Bell 12/10/2020
6.
Howl 03:26
HOWL I await the day they drop the bomb. I await the day they drop the bomb Perhaps a little storm will bring some calm I await the day they drop the bomb Riot is language of the unheard. Riot is language of the unheard Nothing changes and they’re undeterred Riot is language of the unheard So they howl, bay, bark, growl They assail, scream, shriek, wail And they yell, roar, raise hell Faith is fowled, so they howl Propaganda designed to distract. Propaganda designed to distract Undismayed, ‘cause they’re not swayed by facts Propaganda designed to distract In my thoughts, I’m caught burning it down. In my thoughts, I’m caught burning it down Vote him out, elect another clown In my thoughts, I’m caught burning it down While they howl, bay, bark, growl They assail, scream, shriek, wail And they yell, roar, raise hell Faith is fowled, so they howl Spirit staid, I’m not afraid to pass. Spirit staid, I’m not afraid to pass Genus pan replacing man en masse Spirit staid, I’m not afraid to pass As they howl, bay, bark, growl They assail, scream, shriek, wail And they yell, roar, raise hell Faith is fowled, so they howl I await the day they drop the bomb R Bell 1-19-2021
7.
Tabula Rasa 02:45
TABULA RASA I got nothing- well, I’m officially tapped Through this duration, needed inspiration Now switched gears and learned to adapt ‘Cause I’m tired- and nothing’s coming, I find A fiery ambition is curbed on suspicion That my best years are far behind I’m a blank mind, I’m a blank mind, I’m a blank mind Tabula rasa, waits for experience A group of lyrics, longing to be writ Aristotle preached no prior sapience And Plato’s full of shit And so I’m spent- exploited all that I am Pray this deity will do something for me But he doesn’t give a goddamn So now I’m done- my drive’s about to abate Verse satisfying should not be this trying ‘Cause all I want is to create I’m a clean slate, I’m a clean slate, I’m a clean slate Tabula rasa, waits for experience A group of lyrics, longing to be writ Aristotle preached no prior sapience And Plato’s full of shit SOLO Tabula rasa, waits for experience A group of lyrics, longing to be writ Aristotle preached no prior sapience And Plato’s full of shit R Bell 4/7/20
8.
TAINTING THE CRIME SCENE I’ll be your alibi. Reason you’re innocent They’d love to crucify, but not with my consent Rule of law, grasping at straws And they know you can’t afford someone to represent so we must circumvent I’ll thwart their narrative, have them question the case It’s an imperative, that all ties are effaced Compromised scene by any means Discredit witnesses that threaten our defense Their story, a pretense Tainting the crime scene. Create a smoke screen Corrupt cop workshop toils for you Wiping the prints clean. Douse in gasoline Then seal the records when we’re through Let jurors drown in doubt. Charges inadequate The rule of law cops flout, evidence they omit Their derelict rush to convict Will work against them for double indemnity Insuring you’ll go free Tainting the crime scene. Create a smoke screen Dirty cop handbook 101 Wiping the prints clean. Douse in gasoline Then seal the records when we’re done Tainting the crime scene. Create a smoke screen Corrupt cop workshop toils for you Wiping the prints clean. Douse in gasoline Then seal the records when we’re through R. Bell 3/28/20
9.
ANYONE CAN HYPNOTIZE I’ve got startling secrets to show you Make people obey your commands Strengthen your memory, develop a strong personality Impressing your friends- ANYONE CAN HYPNOTIZE A trance free from your subjects knowing And no added training or college Want someone to do just what you want them to And all without that person’s knowledge- ANYONE CAN HYPNOTIZE The thrill of imposing your will The thrill of imposing your will on someone Devilish fun Turn women into helpless robots Feed desire with your mystic eye They may have dismissed, but now cannot resist Money back if you’re not satisfied- ANYONE CAN HYPNOTIZE The thrill of imposing your will The thrill of imposing your will on someone Devilish fun I’ve got startling secrets to show you Enemies now make amends Strengthen your memory, feign personality All the while impressing your friends- ANYONE CAN HYPNOTIZE ANYONE CAN HYPNOTIZE, ANYONE CAN HYPNOTIZE R. Bell 3/22/20
10.
Prison Wallet Once a name, the extoller Now in shame, for white collar Embezzlement will get you ten Privileged breed, the fortunate Dirty deeds, now an inmate No special cells for businessmen Sheltered from the scumbags, agreed to be a bum bag Prison wallet, smuggler on demand, concealing contraband Prison wallet, so evolved the mule. Body the vestibule Prison wallet, sure to clip your wings if you decide to sing Got no reservations practicing self-preservation Once a name, corporate liar Steeped in shame, now required Penance for sins and good will spent Known inside, pulling some strings Point of pride, he can get things As long as you can shake the scent Caught up in a fed sting, resulting in keistering Prison wallet, smuggler on demand, concealing contraband Prison wallet, so evolved the mule. Body the vestibule Prison wallet, sure to clip your wing, if you decide to sing Got no reservations practicing self-preservation Prison wallet, smuggler on demand, concealing contraband Prison wallet, so evolved the mule. Body the vestibule Prison wallet, sure to clip your wings if you decide to sing Got no reservations practicing self-preservation R Bell 1/12/2021
11.
13 Reasons Why She’s Gone I am constantly awed By my talent to firmly plant both my feet inside of my craw Seems like I’m poised to win But then my mouth, it has a tendency to screw it up again I believe I’m cursed, I’ve got bad luck in spades Suffer a touch of voodoo ‘neath my shoulder blades I’ve got my share of chain letters, I did not respond I’m just jinxed, I’m not unlovable… And there’s thirteen reasons why she’s gone Ever since childhood I’ve had a knack, call it payback, attracting more harm than good Guess you’d call it a gift Distance from bliss to animus arriving short and swift I come across as dangerous, smote by God’s own wrath Saw my doppelganger, broke the mirror in the bath Apparently, I spilled the salt on our date, whereupon A black cat crossed my path under the ladder Thirteen reasons why she’s gone Do believe I’m cursed, I’ve got bad luck in spades Suffer from a touch of voodoo ‘neath shoulder blades I’ve got my share of chain letters, I did not respond I’m just jinxed, I’m not unlovable… And there’s thirteen reasons why she’s gone Thirteen reasons why she’s gone R Bell 4/23/20
12.
THE MARK OF CAIN Know The status quo Has now expired Earth’s on fire Bleak Without critique Believe the lies Let’s improvise Bound And dragged around All to curtail A coffin nail Begin the shut in. Now’s the time, turn to sin, keeps us sane Sex, decompress. No reason to suppress, we’re detained EMBRACE THE MARK OF CAIN Guilt, Shame the church built Their power play, dies and decays Fault, For this assault Keeps you in line, through their decline Wrong, Strung you along You’re bound for hell, Might as well Fey now gives way. Thoughts bordering risqué, once profane Dire now inspires. Let’s perspire, this may all be in vain EMBRACE THE MARK OF CAIN Hate May motivate Some carnal lust If we must Duress Cause to confess Bad things we do When it’s through Need For a misdeed Takes precedence Just makes sense Begin the shut in Now’s the time, turn to sin, keeps us sane Sex, decompress No reason to suppress, we’re detained EMBRACE THE MARK OF CAIN R. Bell 3/25/20
13.
Our Song 03:29
OUR SONG Don’t mean to sound like a broken ruh-ruh-ruh-ruh-ruh record What we got’s not in a groove The melody is all but ig-ig-ig-ig-ig ignored Those hooks just don’t make me move Your refrain…it sustains…my migraine Our fights build in a resounding cre-cre-cre-cre-cre crescendo But we just can’t catch the beat This outro’s totally in-in-in-in-in innuendo Got no chorus to repeat Your accent…it frequents…my torment STACCATO OBLIGATO (performed sharply, detached from the other- instrumental part, not omitted) MORIBUND OSTINADO (In terminal decline- continually repeated musical phrase) MUCH TOO LONG, THAT’S BEEN OUR SONG OUR RONDO RALLENTANDO (last movement- slowing down) FERMATA ALLARGANDO (holding the note longer than the value- decreasing tempo, broadening) RIGHT OR WRONG, WE SING ALONG Don’t mean to sound like a broken ruh-ruh-ruh-ruh-ruh record What we got’s not in a groove The melody is all but ig-ig-ig-ig-ig ignored Those hooks just don’t make me move Your refrain…it sustains…my migraine STACCATO OBLIGATO (performed sharply, detached from the other- instrumental part, not omitted) MORIBUND OSTINADO (In terminal decline- continually repeated musical phrase) MUCH TOO LONG, THAT’S BEEN OUR SONG OUR RONDO RALLENTANDO (last movement- slowing down) FERMATA ALLARGANDO (holding the note longer than the value- decreasing tempo, broadening) RIGHT OR WRONG, WE SING ALONG Your tone dissonant, plays off confident My end unresolved, your tastes have evolved Last words resonate, so I abdicate I may be atonal, or you’re just hormonal R Bell 5-31-2020
14.
The Prose of Cons Mortal man had served his God, the life he lived devout Until the times tested his faith, and left him full of doubt He felt that he had quite enough and climbed the highest peak So that he may vent his rage, then proceeded to speak Man asked God about his love, “so why’d she have to die?” The lord replied, “this shit’s not easy, like to see you try” “And what of famine and disease, what of suffering, of war” The Lord said, “I’m immortal and I tend to get bored” “Is there no end to these atrocities we don’t deserve” God said “that’s all your doing son, I only observe” Conversation confirms speculation…. Grief directly feeds belief “Please help me understand, you’re love omnipotent” The lord spoke back, “what do you think, that Mary gave consent?” “Jesus conceived by rape, and not a love from thee?” Jehova jeered, “she liked it, and she did submit to me It’s you who sing the psalms, carry on like perfect pawns Doin’ your worst while quoting verse, reciting prose of cons” Boundless powers, the weak get devoured… Shame explains his acclaim So you just sit and witness cruelty unjustified While we are tasked to receive reward only once we’ve died Man said, “I’ve spent my entire life trying to satisfy A deity that doesn’t care for me, it’s all a lie My hope, it grows, although Lord knows, some may see a setback I gather all the power I gave to you and take it back” Goddamn…I said Goddamn… I said Goddamn…I Said God… R. Bell 3/28/2021

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The 6th album by The Psyatics (2023).

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The Psyatics Las Vegas, Nevada

“Rock and roll as noise pollution. Glorious, glorious noise pollution!”- Jason Bracelin
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Post-punk, surf, jazz and garage from Las Vegas, NV

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