Produced by Speechless Recorded at The Growroom in June of 2011 To die in a rabbit’s rotting teeth Happy…happy To die in a rabbit’s rotting teeth Happy…happy Wings lighting up the orb Boats laden with sky and sea Sources of colour exploding before me Swimming in sound Empty path, you are a nomad Remember before a grown man you became? You can recall when your tusks were brittle twigs This is long before cigarettes were invented You can recall when your tusks were brittle twigs Barely 3 inches long You’d look at your old man and imagine you had his body build This is long before cars were invented When the sky pours water, banging rooftops like a drum I add a riff to the symphony by seeping out a hum There’s an orchestra on the other side of my window With a brittle thin glass drove directly in the middle To die in a rabbit’s rotting teeth Happy…happy (This is long before cigarettes were invented)

Produced by Apollo Recorded at Nat's place in February of 2012 This ghost is so cuz of a peanut From wedged in fleshy windpipe Never to be heard from again, or be butter This ghost is so cuz of a drug Where’s the needle? Never to be broken off in arm again This ghost is so cuz of a vehicle From head struck windshield, and splattered like a bug Never to crawl again, or make honey Now you walk around with your snowman skin All that is me, a piece of debris Wedged between teeth Dwindling in grins All that is me Caught in the comb of my smile From when I crisped my fangs into the time apple You’re a ghost, so now Prep that ectoplasm for injection Flicker of a conscious body between forth of frame and picture Picture that… And if levitation don’t come natural, it wasn’t meant When your meat is reaped of it melanin Melatonin deficient Sleep is for the living, and you Well, you homie are way over that Sun-sucking monsters murdering each other A was-once evil lifting lids off bodies Hanging your soul to dry can equal impatience if your cells are invisible Floating around town drearily Permanency never appeared so long until it came Eternity is sort of redundant when you look at the big picture And now you aren’t going anywhere anytime soon So hello there When the air starts choking me, I’ll catch my wind and then breathe All that is me, a piece of debris Wedged between teeth Dwindling in grins All that is me Caught in the comb of my smile From when I crisped my fangs into the time apple Time doesn’t land far from when it falls Time doesn’t land far from when it falls Time doesn’t land far from when it falls Time doesn’t land far from when it falls All that is me, a piece of debris Wedged between teeth Dwindling in grins All that is me Caught in the comb of my smile From when I crisped my fangs into the time apple

Produced by Nat Larsen Recorded at Nat's place in May of 2012 Thoughts by the caseload Memories make ghosts I can’t escape those nostalgic things I want to forget But can’t shake So instead I stack hate I consume more than my liver can handle The space in my brain is ample The decay is gradual Trying to swallow my pride the size of an apple I’m not another asshole With a back yard topiary castle When a heart and a head unravel It makes the kind of stomach pain you can’t cure with Gravol And then the only way to escape is run off And every footstep sounds like a gunshot Time moves as awkwardly slow for everyone And counting down your heartbeat isn’t any fun Pumping crayon through my cartoon heart They say a heart is for love When all it is is a compartment for blood I feel it inside of my veins pumping Thankfully, what disturbs me won’t hurt me My past is a cartridge Where art is Discovering targets, which thought will travel farthest? And smiling through the sound of my stomach fluids swishing And bones snapping is the hardest Anxiety, escaping the basic mainframe of a man with a tame brain Grain by grain, my mind remains sane barely Until time takes it away I’m a little waxy from my cartoon heart Slide me in the casing Colour me dull, invasive thoughts Make it stop pumping crayon into my cartoon heart Pumping crayon through my cartoon heart

Produced by Apollo & Nat Larsen Recorded at Nat's place in summer of 2012 Quiet, it all used to be so perfect We could hold hands underneath closed curtains We could laugh, we could travel the Earth As many times as it took to determine its girth And our heads would explode like snowflakes Holding our tummies from the pain that the poison makes The Earth would rumble and our heads would shake Till we foamed out the mouths I’ve yet to understand what the days were about The so-called growth tastes like cyanide And the lemonade numbed my larynx A bed is a pedestal for the ordinary It’s in the deception that our morals carry When you cross the street look both ways Cuz half of the drivers these days are just crazy And the entire universe is lazy And it’s all my flaws that have made me From the treble in my tone, to the stubble on my face It’s the hatred in the zone and the love it can erase Bouncing like a brick off water And sadly, it’s not any easier when I work harder Peel me like an onion, I shed like a tear Grew up totally convinced I never belonged here Nobody can teach you that you are invincible It’s kind of cliché, but don’t give up is the principle I am not a rat boy The skin in which my heart is held can pull apart like hearts To dangle like a premonition You better listen to the pulsing of a generation not taking its medicine And I don’t mean marijuana or cocaine We’re all killing ourselves; most just don’t notice the slow pain So drained, dry from the overexposure She was beautiful, and that very beauty decomposed her My head has a tendency to fall off Do you chase a dragon, chase cars or chase booze...? Chase booze? Oh, me too I see the glass half full as long as there’s some liquor poured in it So keep ignoring it; I’m getting bored with it And that’s the reason for the drugs that are distorting it The exact meaning is never known Nobody can ever escape, only our ghosts And it’s gross Nobody can ever escape, only our ghosts Currents carry me, my own endurance buries me Deterrents worry me; I wear this name for clarity Currents carry me, my own endurance buries me Deterrents worry me; I wear this name for clarity Currents carry me, my own endurance buries me Deterrents worry me; I wear this name for clarity Currents carry me, my own endurance buries me Deterrents worry me; I wear this name for clarity R.A.T.B.O.Y. Rat boy

Produced by Apollo Recorded at Nat's place in summer of 2012 Standing on the back porch, breathing in the cold air The smell of this city has me pulling on my own hair I’m gullible, got a head like a corn husk I bus to work, my bicycle gets more rust My daily routine is full of awkward decisions Starve myself some more, or feed my addictions? Channel 39, cozy in my wool socks Sitting on a folding chair, owning nothing worth lots Half of the people I know who self-proclaim being sincere Sit around smoking weed and drinking beer And it’s weird, everybody seems the same Only separated by types of clothes and different names I’m driving on empty Just kidding, I don’t drive and my family resents me Just thinking of what mistakes next I might make Tired of feeling like a rink stained with lines made by ice skates I’m a piece of live bait And I’m jealous of the smile you make when the fishing line shakes I’m a piece of live bait And I’m jealous of the smile you make when the fishing line shakes And I’m jealous of the smile you make The doctors gave me pills; they saw something wrong with me My floors need cleaning, my razor need sharpening It’s a cold world, don’t let it be disheartening I have irrational fears and I can’t grow a beard Dinner, I usually can’t finish that My alarm clock is a few minutes fast Watching the water boil makes the time go slower Sometimes I snore as loud as a lawnmower We wrinkle to reminds us, we’re not getting any younger But I kind of like the aging me...kind of We keep photos as reminders Laminated and in a special order inside binders So it makes me feel anger When I look back through old pictures and all I see are strangers When I was sick, my mom would give me Benylin I don’t like roller coasters because I hate adrenalin I’m not much like most people I know I’m stuck in the past...why grow? And I’m just a piece of live bait That’s jealous of the smile you make when the fishing line shakes

Produced by Apollo Recorded at Nat's place in summer of 2012 We will never be as young as we were. They say that you can outlast anything if you try, but I don’t believe that. Only a handful of around the sun ago’s, we’d be quick to slam the sockets of our bodies with any substance that came in a dime bag But now, we work, grappling our cell phones convincing ourselves that out there, there really will be something better.. Better than those times we look back to for comfort We love to see things grow, while we sit on our ass Making sense of the nonsense around us, Like our face book is the most important thing in our lives You can be happy; all it takes is a cup of coffee and an iPod. When I went to high school, in my books I used to write down everything, I used to write down anything Except what I was taught. And not a lot has changed I guess Because, when you’re caught in a daydream, sometimes waking up feels more like a nightmare than it does at night time. When I was a kid, I’d have these really, really bad dreams And sometimes I would be petrified to go to bed. I remember once I had a tooth ache and I concentrated Concentrated on that tooth because it kept me awake. My girlfriend made me realize that you can’t look up love in the dictionary and understand it. And that’s what makes me smile most. I was 18 when I found the person I’ll stand beside until the last tree on Earth falls. We’re all running in a race, and people my whole life have told me, “_____ man, you gotta hurry up!” But instead I kept a nice calm pace and let them all pass me Because I think things look a lot better after they pass you by And besides, I mean, if I won, what if the loser took it a lot worse than I would? The spider caught the fly and didn’t even say sorry This world is hazardous, And you’d think being able to fly would give you the advantage but it doesn’t It isn’t a fly’s world, it was built by us.

Produced by Apollo in summer of 2012

Produced by Apollo Recorded at Nat's place in summer of 2012 Dented in the dome piece, a lone beast’s bite marks Don’t dissipate at the same rate ours might scar You could say we’re off to a bright start Barely awake through the sight of a slight arch Rendered reduced under the plight of its noose Strung from the highest rung, unimaginable use No such meaning of a moment confused Beside an echo so shallow it’s useless Toothpick backbone bends before snaps You intentions are clear but I can’t read maps No slap is hard enough, no coffee strong enough I read it like a novel and then I called its bluff Besides, I’ve hurled pinecones acres Swimming in a sea of piranhas and alligators That are hungry, watching them clap their jaws Has me feeling like a retired Santa Claus Body part glitches and mixtures of emotions Cold enough to turn skin blue and blood frozen Just fantasy travel amuck stuck memories About the times your thumbs felt like summertime icicles My brain is a bicycle Inside of a cycle of slug slime and snail shells Mudslide, ugly eyes beam white lightning The numbing of its touch is awkward but enticing Don’t even pretend you can hold it in one hand Tentacle vein structure backs up red dye in dumb man Animal, hostile, nowhere Clashing of a habit where you think you feel cold air No cigarettes, my health needs band-aides Misinterpreted the city as a landscape Purposelessly talks and asks weird questions In the form of hugging trees while building fences

Produced by Apollo & Nat Larsen Recorded at Nat's place in summer of 2012 (Right headphone) It’s in the perfectness of a since dull sun I don’t know what’s funner, putting it together or watching it become undone We are some young ones Not yet won, but something in the air says It’s about to last longer than our heads can stay spinning for Sniffing lines of drugs, what are we sinning for? Memories, plenty more My century is thinning like a hair line No escaping the inevitable Green pills, no vegetable, hesitant to drop it Swallow it, fuck it Hatchet taste, copper blade lodged dark in the chest of the angelic Jealous of the wings you have sitting on your backbone Mommy lost her mommy, her sister’s in a crack home Nobody will save her Sample of a flavour crooked enough to send an arrow shooting off course Polar bear exoskeleton, melanin bed rest Heart pounding in my sensitive chest All the anxiety attacks left in my life for me to be scared through Terrified of my mechanism I’m truly terrified of the mechanism But above all else my nose will bleed occasionally out of bad skull pressure A pull lever isn’t immaculately designed Allow me to chime in Bullies, assemblies, lies, antidotes that don’t work What’s the price, what’s the point? Buying everything that’s pretty only to regret my choice Perhaps out of habit, it will all make sense in the end Searching for bones to slip under my skin It’s gone, not the kind of gone where you think you won’t need it anymore But it’s gone And today is a new start, even though it feels like depravity Is this genius, or insanity? Post-then, focus bloated, so hopeless Inside of a belly beastly, broken Underneath it, trembling from the weakness Stained 20 curled up with some cocaine on it Novocain hearted, iPod wheel brain churning things Name tag not worn, earth worm spine bending from the heat of the moment Yet frozen, ‘92 womb extraction antichrist born with no gills Swimming in elevators, hearts worn on sleeves rust quick Trust me; I’m invincible for half of each second The half that’s closer to the minute Matter of fact, daggers don’t fit into it like I thought they would Spew it, do it please oh please Music to me like the honey for the bees I’m in a human hive buzzing and I’m amped up Fact is the planet’s axis isn’t exactly what I thought (Left headphone) These holes on my head don’t scab, but expand And the crusty outer space of my ringed cranium pulses with the heat of my two sun-like eyes And the crunch of my backbone blinds my eyes As these two planets, my mind and my heart ...collide. And the moon was wrapped around my finger one night And I sucked my thumb to sleep, and fluttered the cape of my eye Swooping like bed sheets, before my feet went cold On the hardwood floor of my vacant capsule My head feels like a pill. Overflowing with red tides, viable for the modern man’s consumption I’m a bottle of throwaway traits That can do nothing but lie about and strongly regret its mistakes. In my 19 orbits of the sun I’ve come and gone a couple times away from anything worthy of staying awake for... You don’t own the tools to measure the circumference of your world. You don’t have deep enough pours to dig yourself inside Serenity is just a hood ornament. I chase dreams like a tail And the hand sanitizer on my thumb gives me nightmares... The meaning of life could be encased in licorice jelly beans But I’d rather expect to see my reflection in a window You don’t know where I’ve been though And by chemical or car, the inevitable doom outlives us all Being driven crazy The tulip-shaped thing I’m falling out of ceases to amaze me Hardly more than a wicked excuse Balanced with eyes forcefully reflecting the moonlight It’s become the cycle you adhere to And the dilemma you ensure to those close will cause far less steam when these are memories Although alas, sunken since with lips stitched Fingers delicately trailing the crystal cliff of a drinking glass Upper class habits Steeping in a liver now grimacing It’s the smell of overloaded mucus and the taste of stale blood It’s the machine inside your head With unattended coils screeching like a banshee Fact: Demolishing only fractions of a feather will not prevent ascension

Produced by Apollo Recorded at Nat's place in summer of 2012 The shiny red button was big and enticing But something in my head warned me not to try it Almost in a way it's like life had ignored me Because my old friend destiny clicked it for me It was dope at first, spirals and octagons Fluttered from room to room as I walked along And my jawbone jittered out of instinct And my heart-rate escalated I was going extinct although I felt invincible Even though all my family was invisible I just wanted to feel good and be free Not realizing in the process it compensated me So my IQ shrunk, my eyes turned purple And the way I thought started showing up on the surface But with such great memories to latch onto I could’ve moved on, but I didn’t want to I did not know why. Sometimes I rely solely on the fact That I believe that all the great times I’ve had will be outdone My fuel is that, tomorrow will be better than today And today will be better than yesterday And somewhere along the way, one day a long time ago The pattern changed without my glimpse of notice Beckoned on such a parasite, this is myself. And tomorrow I probably won’t make any memories It was a (good summer) It was a (good summer) It was a (good summer) It was a (good summer) Memories to pretend won’t get forgotten Dissolved in the warmth of the waves and the chronic It was a (good summer) It was a (good summer) It was a (good summer) It was a (good summer) Wonder what’ve happened if I made another choice I’m glad I have it all to look back on with poise

Written by Apollo & Chris Ho Guitar, bass and glockenspiel by Chris Ho Engineered by St. Kelly Recorded at The Growroom in January of 2013. I’m not safe here, how does the song go? Drink another animal’s milk; it’ll give you strong bones One eye suction-cupped to the satellite’s reception The other drifting thoughts upon regression Of course, it was gorgeous, my childhood Watching the torches attract insects to porches It was torture staying warm while the winter wind Wisped upon our brittle grins, wishing on a little wish Roasting marshmallows and making memories stick Like tongues onto icicles, my brain became a bicycle Made my spirit feel like it was lifted enough My spirit drifted right out my body, and I miss it I miss Christmas with the crunchy white ground And the way the my feet touched it made that calm nice sound Hasn’t been the same Since I learned they’ll never be no superhero to save the day And my childhood was taken away My bones are strong, but my heart is weak I can feel my chest click every time it beats My bones are strong, but my lungs are weak I can feel my throat sting every time I breathe Christened in a spindrift of snowdrop stars If you weren’t a lucky one, you can’t grow no heart Slowly getting toasted by a pumpkin sun Already my skin is worn, and it’s only just begun Again we are deluded, and infer That somehow we are younger than we ever were Worship this world with watercolor moods Trough the pupils you dilate with the drugs you use Empty…my marble knuckles dislocate Blind to the world, bury me now The silence is almost depressing The planet is being stripped, slowly undressing Getting cut to pieces by this finger-nail moon I’d have a lot of love, if my anger made room But I’m consumed; my palm is a mighty fine chin rest I can feel my heart beating in my thin chest My bones are strong, but my heart is weak I can, feel my chest click every time it beats My bones are strong, but my lungs are weak I can feel my throat sting every time I breathe

Produced by Tantu Recorded at Arez's house in the summer of 2014 I've spent two decades in this warm place Developed memories ornate Memorable faces and intricate shapes Stars inside eyeballs blanketed hat Excitement drawn out turns to anxiousness quick A childhood full of thankless bliss And in those walls I went through some painful shit More than enough, I could make a list I fell in love once, still looking for someone Twisted liquor bottle tops like they were some lug-nuts And chugged them down in that gorgeous house Developed a couple bad habits Saw some sad tragedies, but thats the name of the game Or some kind of dumb nonsense cliche I’m the only one to blame Unfortunately the meaning of the word home has since changed Unfortunately the meaning has changed… So here I am, a ghost in a city of freaks Alone in thought, they all have colourless speech So here I am, a ghost in a city of freaks Alone in thought, they all have colourless speech When they ask, I say I’m a grown up now Living in the basement of a stranger’s house Chasing the bus, feeling my brain rot Paying the rent, juggling chainsaws Go to the bar, make my liver twist Then back to bad water pressure with the silverfish I bounce more cheques than I do necks To to work, come home, and you know what’s next? Make dinner, do dish, maybe masterbate Go to work, come home, cycle I can’t escape Balancing the toxic small talk We can discuss sports, or maybe the weather How long can it last? Well maybe forever These awkward discussions are leaving me tethered or tattered Though it doesn’t matter I have bills to slave for so talk faster I got bills, so talk faster… So here I am, a ghost in a city of freaks Alone in thought, they all have colourless speech So here I am, a ghost in a city of freaks Alone in thought, they all have colourless speech

Beat is an excerpt from The Blob beat tape by Aesop Rock Recorded by Langdon Auger in summer of 2014 My name’s Apollo Words, everything he drop’s absurd Looking down at planet Earth like a cosmic bird Making you dizzy like you’re on he graviton Bug with the wingspan of an albatross An animal that is dropping verbal cannonballs Living off of crappy cheap coffee beans and Gaviscon The human blob Consuming all faster without any intent to capture I’ve already mentioned I’m in need of a match But they all only insist to give me compliments and daps But it’s kinda fat, and not like an elephant seal These modern rapper’s verses sound like insensitive squeals They say I’m outside a box like outside it’s the place to be Don’t bother saving me a seat I’ve never written with a frigid intent I put my money in my passion, try to wiggle in rent Then I jet, just to evade all the guess what’s It’s no wonder all these people do not get us They all bicker about swagger except us I don’t go to nightclubs and get all dressed up So call me messed up, I sorta might be But no one can catch this flame when I get a rhythm igniting And you say it is not enticing to watch a nerdy honky drop bars like its lightning My modem overloaded and all my hopes demoted Call the beat a junky cuz I’m bout to overdose it And i’m a ghost but spoken outwards with rap Antisocial coma escape artist working out the trap How is one to lift when the wings won’t flap Some would say by consuming chemicals or plants But I would rather say fuck that Don’t want to end like folks in aluminum foil hats A luminous ball hovers above us bringing in light Wish I could take the broken dreams and just sing em to life Now do I have some nerve or just have some talent Come and swoop em up like an eagle talon Man, peace

Produced by Apollo Words Recorded by Langdon Auger in February of 2015 In different circumstances the tangents I dance across Elevate like brains in the act of procreation Using thoughts soaked in dope, I practised aviation “They will respect a man with wings!” I’d soar until my head got sore Feed me your weak love, little omnivore Never been a sophomore; never been a student with a exception To hallucinogens that made me prudent Stupid is the head with a leash to a dollar bill I keep modest because honour kills Just look at those crooked nosed little hoes Living on sidewalks, acting all cynical With a neck bone pivoting, it’s hinges being dried Attention drawn towards lines makes us feel alive Addicted to the cure, with a hunger for the vibe Do we do it for the fun? Just tell me why Breathe through me. You can’t make a person on the verge of self realization feel uncomfortable Because…you never floated before? It feels wonderful The glamorous evil adorning gorgeous girls Pick me up, and drop me hard Saying they’re gonna rock my world! With their fingers on my chest - oh my God You can slice my throat, you can break my love But you can’t ever un-swallow my cum I just want to drop acid and go camping with the homies I want to lose myself to things I don’t know yet You are what you eat (what do we eat?) I’m eggshell white in a mundane minutiae My ultramarine mood is a stone weight I’m waiting for it go chartreuse - I won’t wait I get stressed; my head turns to a kettle My lungs go dry and my dreams turn to petals Pitiful - adulthood is scary No amount of schooling or parenting could prepare me My exes? We’re not friends, not enemies Just strangers with a handful of memories Friends I grew up with are having kids starting families I’m single and broke and thinking “how can it be?” Lift the imaginary dollar out of my pocket Take it away before it starts to burn a hole Cuz holes are all I got, but I figure anyway We’re all addicted to something that takes the pain away When I was 16, I’d rather get high than have clarity I think I had sex once with a girl named Clarity? Caffeinated dreams, living in a new home Erasing a history of cigarettes and bruised bones

Acapella piece written and recorded by Apollo Words in May of 2015 I am going nowhere in no direction I bite the hand that feeds It feels good, I’m so hungry I’ve starved myself so long I wish I took care of my body a bit better I will die in the end, as well as everyone I care about around me I’m young, I’m free But not as free as the wind I’m jealous of nature It hasn’t any heartbreak at all But the trees get murdered violently by people like me My God, God is a trap door We fall into suddenly My body is perfect Or, the closest that I’ve ever known I’m hoping forgiveness I’ve hurt it as I’ve gotten old I fill my head with nonsense I wait; it might leave As I lay awake in my bed I remember its only a dream.

Beat is from the RJD2 remix of "The F Word" by Cannibal Ox Recorded by Eddy Vocals in September of 2016 How long you been floating for? I wear these memories like open sores mug on me like Voldemort Cracks granite when he steps in the spot It’s those west coast Earthquakes, we get em a lot What’s cracking? Tectonic plates and shoulder blades Also my brain when I question the dirty food and the empty plates Feeling like a worm on a hook, or a worm in a book burrow under the mush And I’m a low battery charging slow from the glow from the electric city Knowing not of control Stability’s a myth and i’m a hell of a believer Lost boy trying put a dent up in the speaker Evading the disarray in the mainframe Splitting a dollar’s the only way I know how to make change Just trying to make a home from a couch and a light bulb On some ‘ dad what happened, where did the time go? ‘ two point somethin decades worth of waiting for fruition Muscles all achy from working the pistons Forget love jealousy’s for the birds Domestic abuse ignored like the dissonance of chirps It’s true - fists hurt, I’ve had my share to the dome On some betrayal type shit like where did the love go? Seen broken people buried in the dirt and then grow Seen the unspoken art of unbecoming a home Watched a person fall in love when love was not what they’d known Watched somebody grow old and die alone in a retirement home And believe it’s not dope to see somebody you care about Not live up to their potential - YO! Fuck the free spirited we’re all in fucking cages, just animals delirious I don’t got the answers, questions or even subject Fuck it - give me a 12 piece chicken nuggets …with extra fries.. Feed me melatonin til I fucking go to sleep Feed me pizza and ranch til I fucking turn obese Colour me unstable, it’s the beauty and the beast I’m an animal on the track and the beauty is the beat Trying to steer clear of mirrors, they depress me I wonder how many people i’ve let go of forget they met me Deryk with a fucking Y, nobody spells that shit right Apollo Words is easier, a rapper trying to get hype - NAH! I could soak the silence and all After i get off, you’ll have the wrap the mic in a gauze I’m the retronym to rap, I’m the i to the pod Mind is bizarre, I’m the iris of God I’m a weird honky white boy true, no gimmick Like back when Michael Jackson had a fat nose - vintage Own a fucking track like i motherfucking licked it 2 girls 1 cup with the way I fucking spit shit Thinking you better than me? tisk tisk.. Nobody like you ice tea, brand Brisk I flip the script and make that shit do cartwheels My style is rough like how a youngins first dart feels Anyway, we’re all gonna die soon Whether by zoo gorilla, school shooting or typhoon Cuz life is short, pointless, whatever you call it But don’t for a moment think your life is worthy of a novel You’re not uniquely pained, you will not be remembered Heroes do not die like this, your not next level I just hold my breath and let life swallow me And it feels so legit, I just hope she don’t spit Another day closer to death, and I don’t know shit But shit I’mma live it, it’s the only one I get.