Space Qveen

by Antibody

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Engineered & Mixed by Peter Van Helvoort
Mastered by Topon Das
Artwork by Ali Humza Naqvi
May 2015

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released June 8, 2015

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Track Name: Predator
Remember when you said I am not what I am? How could you be when you love me? You are drowning in your own culture. Insecure, the king of swords. Say you have pride, then deny me my own. Another space you've taken from me.

I swim down the street. Deliver the message. That hole glows inside me. Am I swimming or am I skipping? A sigil not of hate. You may never know. Did I try to curse you? Well, I almost did. The fear of you. I see your ghost. I wait to see you swim. Touch me, you weren't the first. Will you even be the last? You've taken so much then say I ruined you.

My brain it burns out. Seeping down my neck. Feel it deep in your gut. Let it scrape your skull.

You blame me.
Track Name: Space Qveen
Invoke the three ways. One of nurturing slaughter. One of bestial flesh. One of undesigned ephemera. You plant the flower. The flower grows. You pick the flower. The flower dies. You hang it just to kill it twice. Then smell decay and proclaim it. Tinctures transform pain. So ball it into a fire, you qveen. Rays of light emit from your chest that sliver away dysmorphia. Cutlets fall to the dirt. Let it burn and bury it in three days.

Burn it and bury it.

Don't touch my meat.
Don't touch my sack.

Not everyone is born with the right body. I am genetic scraps my ancestors left in dirt. Ancient fog tell me my way. Humans in their luxsuits. Designer rich bodies. Sentient fog worships the clouds the sun the lakes the rivers the puddle water at my disgusting human feet.

My body comes from goat. The goat who slices the necks of my enemies. Ask the ancient one. She knows. Secret sigils kept from family. Electric crests course through the water in my veins.

Until then I exist in space. I am the fucking qveen. Ask me any questions and you'll get stardust. Burn you with the words of a thousand suns. Blackened lips from all the flames I spit. Kiss me and you'll taste soot. You'll taste stars. You'll taste a thousand regrets from the universe for making me this drab human. You'll regret not giving me my real form.

Burn it and Bury it.
Track Name: Rejection Is Agony
She did not give me her body.

You hurt too. I wouldn't understand. You are a man and you're oppressed by everyone but yourself. Open your arms up wide, and see how much space I owe you. She won't put out, here he goes, get his gun. Ringing in his ears, she should have given him what belongs to him. He looks down, at the pool of blood and hums, "now she looks just perfect"

Rejection is agony.
Track Name: The Void Which Binds
We were kicked out of the empire of Laniakea. We were jerks sent to the outer reaches. A hell pit called the milky way. Only the worst sentient beings were placed to rule. Nemes was sent to teach them a lesson, caked in volcanic ash. Ummon, the great teacher, researcher, philosopher, leader of the core. What is this god-nature/central truth? Their ancestors killed my ancestors, sealed in wire, sealed in silicon, mindless computation, then came the Ultimate Intelligence. Nemes, there is another. Where time creaks with age. Real, if real means anything. Jealous gods who eat quasars for dinner. Other UI evolving by accident, not deliberate, like cells which reluctantly duplicate like the suffering suffering

There will be a war,
Nemes and Endymion
The Void Which Binds

[//WARFARE
SLAUGHTER
DISRUPTION
THE PASSING OF GODS
THE TREE OF PAIN
WILL CALL HIM
THE SHRIKE WILL TAKE HIM//]

[//WARFARE
SLAUGHTER
DISRUPTION
THE PASSING OF GODS
THE TREE WILL TAKE HIM
THE VOID WHICH BINDS
WILL DESTROY HIM//]