Medulla Oblongata - The Dust Brothers (cover) (Fight Club soundtrack)

Lyrics by MC EMP 23 (The ShadowCaster) YT ---------------------------------------------------- [Slow, ominous bass wobbles] [Atmospheric pads] [Distant, chopped samples] [indian hindi sitar melody] [chant] “ॐ नमः शिवाय… ॐ काली नमः…” [lofi crackle layer] [male] I lost track, ran right off the course, Stranded in my own thoughts because I slaughtered my only horse, But I have the power of the gods inside my mind and with a bit of tragic logic magically pathologic they will give me demonic things with skeletal wings and vertebrae that pierce me; a Will that steers my mania's panic by staring so fiercely at the little ones that fear me, and the villains that will hear me powering the war cry that I'll loose so that the Universe will revere me. [Energetic, chopped drum patterns] [Glitchy synths] [Building intensity] [Indian sitar melody] [distorted phonk vocal layer] [sub-bass pulses] [male] Because in this place of necromancy that's ordering me to class truancy I'm not really here you see - I'm a seer. And sometimes when I'm on that ride it takes me somewhere deep inside passing through the masses of the fears that leave me terrified Terror-tried, I cannot hide, beholding the opening of the Door its prophecy is filling me as inner wisdom starts to pour I take it in it's filling me up to the brink I seldom see so strong an urge to quick create before I sink under the weight [Heavy, wobbling bass] [glitch effects] [Pulsating synths] [Indian sitar melody] [vocal delay layer] [grainy reverb tail] [chant] [female] I can't stand the wait. I can't stand the wait. I can't stand the wait. I can't stand the wait. [Varied chopped samples] [More complex glitch elements] [Syncopated beats] [Indian sitar melody] [radio static layer] [phonk vocal slapback] [male] Whipping my ride to a froth, cuz I can't stand feeling lost; suspended upended and undefended reckoning the cost of my consorting with the gods; destroying dialogues, analog to digital I'm a mystical transcendental outlaw. Modus operandi electricity, electrically selecting and connecting redirecting the threads of my destiny, and at the speed of light, I can never be contrite solid as Dolomite though by my birth I'm white lyrically out of sight and wrong or right are simply binary. [wobbling bass] [Indian sitar melody] [deep echo layer] [ambient vocal ghosting] [chant] [female] I can't stand the wait. I can't stand the wait. I can't stand the wait. I can't stand the wait. [Varied chopped samples] [More complex glitch elements] [Syncopated beats] [Indian sitar melody] [muffled vocal transitions] [dark ambient swell] [male] What the hell am I waiting for? Isn't fear what I adore? This feeling leaves me reeling and kneeling I'm stealing more and more. As I pray to the gods of chaos for some real stability, for some truth that sets me free, I'm gearing up for fight or flee. I'm stealing time to fuel my rhymes and getting wired on their gifts; spitting at their feet while trying to negotiate the rift Between the high and low, fast and slow, stop and go, hide and show, yes and no and no one knows just what the hell you mean! Ah....truth begins to clear I'm waiting for some answers that make me understood to appear And with that cleared I'll disappear and leave you to deliberate But meanwhile I think I'll retire cuz you know I can't stand the wait. [Climactic wobbling synths] [Fading chopped samples] [Indian sitar melody] [final glitch echo] [low pass fade out] [chant] [female] I can't stand the wait. I can't stand the wait. I can't stand the wait. I can't stand the wait.