Foreign Element

by DarqMatter

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released 31 December 1969
All Tracks Written & Produced by DarqMatter
Archmoth (Motionfix): Electric Guitars & Bass, Djembe & Vocals
LUNZ: Beat Programming, Synths, Samples & Vocals

Recorded by F. Luna @ Rancho San Casteabro, Seattle
Mixed by Scot Michael @ Titan Studios, Seattle
Mastered by F. Luna at Rancho San Casteabro, Seattle
Cover Art & Graphics by LUNZ
Photography by Erik Vail
DarqMatter Web: www.darqmatteruniverse.com

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Track Name: Scum Bag
Written by M. Gullatt

here’s another situation
facing pacing paper chasing
racing with the menace
added to the mix
another dick on my shit list
come and meet these clenched fists
villains stringed by entities who envy me and my dignity
what sets the mood for flies to swarm food?
buzzing silly nonsense
activities are too abundant to repeat the redundant
mundane frame
go and twist the cap
watch the propane blow
what a waste of time
rather fuck a ho
low lame static brain
migraines from the same headache
heated space
circumvent hell flames
I was sent to be a nemesis
to the disrupters of peace
its infested in the belly of the beast
dead bodies everywhere
no one even gives a fuck no one even cares
a low life living nightmare
when you fall they'll kick you when you're down
self centered shit
nonexistent cliques
where is the love in this darkscape
where is the love in this dark place
minds are lost
we've all been raped

things come through my dreams
to lower my self esteem
making my blood boil into steam
anger and rage engage
well I guess this is a greeting to a new dark age
all my happy days are bullshit make ups from the truth
that is hidden
I've bitten the fruit of judgment
so far so gone so prude so rude
I can't repent
I don't know why i just can't get my shit together
guess I'm not good at acting some days
I think about changing or just going crazy and fucking shit up
being thoughtful brought pain
I feel ashamed about my personal life
some say I don't have responsibilities
what?
(chorus)
its time to take out scum bag

there's no explanation to explain the cold hearted purple rain
illusions of mistaken eye use
inflictors have the biggest cup of juice
you feel as if you cant let loose of your giving and kindness
give into blindness for a moment
its abuse
its all misuse
showing your dick is a poor excuse
for the monkeys who hold hands around the circle of fire
sexual attire is taking place somewhere
they're flying high on the tongue in the sky
to get baked in the sun
Track Name: Daggers In The Back
Written by M. Gullatt

last days
end of times
can't trust mother fuckas
losing their minds
I'm out here in these streets
can't trust no one
conspiracies
they plot to take from me
nothing in this world was ever free
jah what can I do?
but stand strong though and through

watch your back look around
don't let no one put you down
watch your back look around
these suckers cant take us down
watch your back look around
don't let no one take your crown
back to back they surround
can't let them take our ground
walk in stealth
equipped for combat
shields up
awareness acute
rotating surveillance
(there are ways to watch your back)
in this fast world of technology and surveillance
they are constantly watching
watching every move
big brother is real
check the satellite
look around
make sure you are intact

its a plague in the world cuz what you do
now no one can trust no one
what should we do?
you stab me I stab you
its insane and contagious
living with rage inside some cages
voices choices
malignant contingent
self containment
to self you lie
to live in a lie
why do some even try without the right sense
Track Name: Kandy (Sweet Dark Seduction)
Written by M. Gullat

lust ignite
another night in the plush
one plus one equals two
when magnets attract
eyes scan
body language and feedback
baby's got back
valuables like tattoos
leaving impressions like ink
it stains
fixed on my subject
subjected to me
the effects of my techniques
she's feeling me
a game of duck duck goose
we cutting loose
how far should we take it?
beyond this night?
or leave it here?
regardless of scenario
wouldn't know
the outcome
its a fat chance
like every breath every step I take through her heart
like tongue tipped arrows
dipped in seduction
proceed at will
time will tell
so shall we sail on dreams?
wallow and swallow
the outcome like a pill
Track Name: Interception [Deep Space]
Written by F. Luna

Leaving all force of life behind
Being and becoming space & time
Align with the masters & gurus of mankind
Become one with the spark that expanded
Into universal light from the dark, forever stranded
No longer breath air, I breathe fire
And haunted by the memory of all those expired

It began as I lay my head on the mattress
And became paralyzed by the cries of the masses
I couldn’t move a muscle or breathe, so I gasped
And then I was awaken, by lightning and glass
It was unlike anything I felt before, a stellar mass
I felt energy flows, subsonic lows, ecstasy or the opposite
Now my body is composed of a crystal composite
Makes it possible to migrate across the heavenly gamut
From galaxies colliding, to parallel planets
To black holes that imprison wack souls
And those captured and revered as foes
- I’ve been found and spellbound
- By a half-woman, half-bison
“Warning, unidentified matter approaching on the event horizon.”
Track Name: Fat Bitch (In The Mouth of America)
Written by M. Gullatt

omega point
connected joints
timeline
birth of a baby girl who's soon to be optimus prime
her conception is the biggest crime
her menstruation is due at 5
ominous yani vortex
children in city centers generate
(fat bitch put it in the mouth of america)

concentration camps
production packaged and sold liberty
hypocrisy
reproduction lines scans and recycles
conveyor belts
new line perpetual tradition
poison religion
new world collision
collage of division distorted vision
(fat bitch put it in the mouth of america)

enlist in assembly lines of self destruction programmed psycho condition
repeated
propaganda is the standard frequency
independence
is a lie from which you base your drive
strive strive strive
hear the sounds of clocks and whips inscynt
march to her fear
grandmother america resource and access
construct her mess
we're drunk on her milk sustained taste
(fat bitch put it in the mouth of america)
Track Name: Forgotten Kingz Feat. Edidit & Lord Sledg
Written by M. Gullatt, K. Bolden, and E. Cabbil

Archmoth: and all the kings men
stand firm in the the united states of divided squares
black and white
an ancient fight
modernly transposed into ethnic division
soon to be indifferent to moral decision
to locate the problem, there needs to be a deep circumcision
in the center of it all
the walls seem to fall
no more shall they stand tall and keep me in
my royal effulgence radiates and shines through the cracks I stand tall as a beacon
a great inspiration for all you deacons

(chorus) forgotten kings
living in this vast world with mad streams
some were blocked to contain kings
the last shall be first and the first shall be last
recognize this heresy
til then remember me

Edidit: living in the days of the lost
in a place where identities cost
using these lies for truth
and the truth got tossed away
forget these forgotten kings
but a nigga like me remember
them thieves who stole the gold to gain control
with a plot on my soul
they dont really love a mothafucka
til a muthafucka dead and gone
could it all be wrong
NA!!!!
this is not a dream
bitch gim me my hat man and crown me king
in a nightmare wit my 9 on my spleen
fina take back everything that they took from me
the last shall be first and the first shall be last
reparation bitch
now give me my cash
recognition recognize hoe
I'll whip yo ass
trying to hide the past

(chorus)

Lord Sledg: I am! The King Of Darkness rising from the ashes!
To cast a spell of sin upon the masses!
Causing chaos,horror and rambuction!
Bow down to the Master of Destruction!
My niggas get pumped-Makin' mutha fuckas stomp-
like we're in the goddamn yard!
Your adrenaline's rushin'
like skulls be chrushin'
cause you that we bring it hard!
Rivetheads,Metalheads and Hip-hop heads
who gotta gang of soul!
Kickin' yo' ass with the sound of the Ghetto Industrial!
We use our music as a weapon to keep the people all
steppin' like a Black Fraternity!
So nigga turn up tha sound and break ya body on down to
this Black Rock Royalty!
For my nigga Talksick we're gonna get keep this mutha fuckin' cypha rockin'!
DarkMatter's gonna keep ya spirit knockin'!
So So My Bro you may be gone but you will never be forgotten!!!!!

(chorus)
Track Name: Contact
Written by M. Gullatt

welcome to space time fold continuum
deep inside my gravitational pull
I'm killing them
taking all life from those who oppose
there's no escape when i descend from space like an alien race
cascade raids
battle for terra
striking terror into the minds of earthlings
our technology will make you surrender
on a conquest in the galaxy
stripping planets from resources and protoculture
enslaving inhabitants to work our mines
this time we wont be kind
nothing will be left behind
nothing will be left behind
Track Name: Bubble
Written by F. Luna

Take a walk through the American city,
one that prides itself with a higher standard of living,
for those who qualify of course.
Roam through any downtown avenue
in Martin Luther King County-
you’ll undoubtedly encounter,
low or no income individuals
that line, or better yet litter your leisurely stroll.
Traverse through the multi-sensory assault of development
and construction with no end in sight.
Colored by individuals talking, yelling & screaming to themselves.
Beneath the shadows of newly built and nearly vacant luxury condominiums,
unoccupied stadiums and desolate symphony halls.
Monuments that champion the pursuit and fantasy
of profit by any means possible.
A fairytale system that creates unreal profits for a select percentage of the population.
But despite this wealth, human and social services are revered like an ongoing joke
that mock the dignity of those less fortunate.
Some will argue that the disparity between the classes is a result of
weakness in character, work ethic and lack of self-empowerment on
behalf of those in the lower classes – a hypocritical system of entitlement that seizes to address the humanitarian issue at hand -
a state of mind that is selfish, cowardly and of the lowest nature of the developed human mind.
Evidence that foreshadows the eradication of the human spirit from the universe -
self-exterminated due to its cowardly and uncompromisingly selfish nature,
the paramount victim of its own demise within the space-time continuum.
Track Name: Starring In The Dark
Written by M. Gullatt, F. Luna

time moves fast
tunnel vision or blinded
issues too vast
distractions terrify the weak minded
staring at the shadows
I succumb to the evils of the ring-masta
Detach all will from stepping off the path of disaster

(chorus)
you be staring in the dark
we be staring in the dark

indoctrination of the order
caution
stay away from the forbidden borders
program the biggest mystery
project spirit mixed with flesh
reconcile the torment
numbness
incubation in the recess box
time is not real
ecclesiastes
the grand key
the lock
the pending irrelevance
solace wrapped in a kiss
(chorus)

darkened reflections
watch the shadows
for the man I used to be
turning into the man I gotta be
looking at things you can't see
look into mirrors but never into the darkness
expecting to see
to see yourself with light
without you have no might
afraid of what you cant see
into the black
alarmed to the hidden presence of sight
stare into the darkness
its a resting picture
free from judgment
Track Name: Escalate
Written by M. Gullatt

(chorus)
escalate reconfigure your state
escalate reprogram your state
escalate smite fight back and take
escalate take control of fate

(listen and visualize these daggers. watch them weave into a helix like formation)
criss-cross
wish wash
natas minds lost
your brain and frost
anti-motive
antimatter
nothing
all lost
frustrate the mind state
the pens penetrate
inside
lacerations
suffocation
suppressed fixation

Aesthetic tar pits melting meshing flesh
carnal diversion
the everlasting virgin
upgraded versions
programs for the masses
the awakening
molasses flow
butterfly effect
rejects locked inside
the jury without the judge
keep the grudge
unplugged
operation system failure
birth of a radical
constant continuation
perpetual warring state
escalate

(chorus)

severed spines
realigned
spirit in mind
twisted angles
compulsive anger
releasing daggers
walk and stagger
drooling anger
warring angels
soaring aerials
birds eye view
swooping vultures

(chorus)
Track Name: Black & Blue
Written by M. Gullatt

8:15 in the morning
rising from in between a gutter and curb of the sidewalk
sloppy slob dripping and slipping
trying to catch my griping
mind glitching
catching glimpse from the night before
getting busy on the floor
the same as every night before
might as well mop the floor with my locks
stereotype me
label me dirty
that’s what they think of dreds
no conformity
no get ahead
my pops dead
gramps still kicking with one leg
gotta carry the legacy
drop a seed or two
grinding every night past two
playing catch up from a foundation that’s way past late
I carry the weight
no time to hate
fuck all you and your fucked up mind states
feeling irate and vexed
I alleviate the pain with a toke and a shot of Jäger
hopefully I wake up tomorrow feeling better
but we all know the shitty reality
I'm sick of being down
can you feel me
(chorus)
I'm one to tell about the blues
ducking projectiles of aimless fools
while walking that fine line don't lose your cool
losing some lifetime fucking with fools

keep it cool
don't worry be happy
that’s easy to say
try living a life of a coon in a modern day
no silver spoons
I survive with how much I pray
but not interested in keeping count
I surmount my amount with faith and drive
try staying alive in the middle of a beehive
abused spat on and kicked all over the floor
fucked and sucked like a whore by society
crackas keeping an eye on me
I'm tragically hip
chapped lipped
about to flip
maintain the sane before i flip
its a dirty game
the rats are still running ramped in the civic
tracking and disease by those who come to visit
unseen chain
the constant struggle of clarity
seems to be the cause of pain
some are built to survive
but not all designed the same
(chorus)
Track Name: Monstar
Written by M. Gullatt

(chorus)
monstar monstar dem be the pentacle of wars
monstar monstar dem be shooting like stars

four points five points six points seven points eight points
appoint the position to shine
shoot up in the air
illuminate like a flair
view the shrine
learn to read the stars
you will see the grand design
opening up the heavens gate
you'll see your final fate
hopefully enough to illustrate to emancipate your mind state
they don't care about what you think its all about their flags and ranks
generals and armored tanks
task force with advancing flanks
lighting up the earth in flames
we're not the blame
in their game
subject of the transmission
transgression mission
submission
neurosis hypnosis
paralyzed eyes
magnetized
ferocious gleam
in the bling bling dream
lost in space
constellations laced
aligned scape
dark matter clues
divine glue bonds the universe
(chorus)