Fresh Trax! : M-Fap - Kaos

August 24, 2019

Limits are for those who care about death, and I have no fear for the worst or the best. Maybe it's cause of all the Mescaline I've done, that I'll forever be shunned. But don't blame me for my obscenity, even if I don't try Kaos follows me. The are forces beyond comprehension, that will continually try and ruin, any sense of composure or comprehension I've been brewing. Straight from the void, some spiritual forces, completely and utterly course, through my veins, driving me insane... the drugs probably don't help much. 

 

Download the track on my official Bandcamp:

https://m-fap.bandcamp.com/track/kaos-single

 

or Alternative through iTunes:

https://music.apple.com/us/album/kaos-single/1476207449

 

Stream the song on The Infidel Netwerk YouTube channel:

https://youtu.be/UKzco-FZyds

 

Through my official M-Fap Spotify page:

https://open.spotify.com/album/2RtbNYur0I54VaLNOqULoq

 

Or alternatively listen to the track on his official Soundcloud:

https://soundcloud.com/m-fap/kaos

 

Get the official M-Fap "Nothing Butt Beast" T-Shirt, Hoodie, Pillow and more on the official Infidel Netwerk Redbubble Merchandise Store:

https://www.redbubble.com/people/infidelnetwerk/works/25596534-nothing-butt-beast?asc=f


Follow him on his official Facebook for all of his latest happenings: 
www.facebook.com/therealmfap/

 

Get all the lowdown on M-Fap's project including a biography, release catalog, and links to his social media and streaming websites, check out his Encyclopedia profile on The Infidel Netwerk:

https://www.theinfidelnetwerk.com/m-fap

 

Lyrics:

More agitated than a preschooler without crayons 
I just wanna a draw a picture, but I have to stay on 
Task, focus, get on my grind 
Too bad I have trouble walking in a straight line 
Wretched is my disposition when forced out to play 
When driven out of hiding, and put out on display 
Cast from my shadows, exposing how hollow 
What I'm composed of is, it's all borrowed 
There is no tomorrow, for this enigmatic joker 
Just a series of days that follow and broker 
In more mistakes for me to get blamed 
For me to dismay, I’m just getting played 
Dumb situations that we call the grind 
Day by day, feel like I'm losing my mind 
Holes in my brain, making me feel right at home 
Wasted out like junky, sometimes I’ll roam 
Completely high out of my dome 
Having consumed a triple dose of Mescaline 
Nobody knows where I came from 
Sometimes I even wonder if I’m an alien 

Do you like, chaos 
Well then, I am your god 
Mental physical, spiritual 
Pushed to my limits 

M-Fap don’t need no education 
Learned all I need in my uncle’s basement 
Staying alive, degraded and decaying 
But at least no rules I’m abading 
Caught in a trap of my own design 
The irony of it all as I lay here dying 
Only thrall to my inhibitions 
All other chains are but fictitious 
Meant to keep my so-called masters 
Unaware of my disasters 
Play situations coy, let them think they have the advantage 
Next thing you know, already done the damage 
Cause I’ve felt the brand, burning heat 
Done what I had to do to eat 
But now I’ve found another way 
Caked with misery 
Trials and tests of my capacity

 

Credits:

Vocals, lyrics, beats, production, mixing, and mastering by Matt "theProphet" Smith 

Photography, Picture Editing, Videography, and Video Editing by Bubba Gummez

 

Check out Matt's other musical projects:

Jenova Project: bit.ly/1VfYgll

Transhumanist at: bit.ly/1QpCNhI

Izkrist at: bit.ly/23V6st6

Ultra LHT Voyeur at: bit.ly/2o2gzMq 
LICH vs Jenova Project at: bit.ly/2o26xeg

 

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