Quality Control / No. 422


Everyone’s favorite, often typo-riddled, serpent, No. 422! For his slithering playlist, I went with a lot of indie rock and anti-folk, trying to best encapsulate his strange and often esoteric knowledge of all that is, has been, and might yet be. His songs deal a lot with the themes of futility and idealism. Maybe one day, he’ll see the three become one again.

-D.H.


Three guns and one goes off

One's empty, one's not quick enough

One burn, one red, one grin

Search the graves while the camera spins

Chunks of you will sink down to seals

Blubber rich in mourning

They'll nosh you up, yes, they'll nosh the love away

But it's fair to say, you will still haunt me

 

All the men of faith and men of science had their questions

Could it ever be on earth as it is in heaven?

Oh to see it with my own eyes

Oh to see it with my own eyes

 

I had a dream today

About a hustler who lost

He paid his dues

Then he paid the cost

Wish I knew back then

All I know right now

Things would be much different

Than time has allowed

 

There's a knock at your door

You don't even recognize the stranger

It's you from before

Tryin' to warn you all about the dangers

There's a hole in your head

At least that's what everybody's guessing

It's why you're always misread

It's why you sleep but you never feel rested

You never get your rest in

 

Save up all the days

A routine malaise

Just like yesterday

I told you I would stay

Would you always?

Maybe sometimes?

Make it easy?

Take your time

 

The face of evil is on the news tonight

We see the darkness over light

But have we ever really lived in better times?

Hey, strange, they say we're coming to the end of the line

But is there still a chance to change your mind?

Or have all the colors turned to black and white?

 

We keep going, don't stop running

They keep selling, we don't want it

So close to it, almost found a way

Two steps closer, they keep coming

We keep yelling, we don't want it

Almost better, this thing's about to break

 

Kaboom

Blowout

Everything must go

Everything must go

Make way

For the Kingdom come

Blowout

Everything must go

Everything must go

Make way

For the revolution

 

As I finally meet my end

I won't be scared, I won't defend

The things I've done

I don't need him like you do

I don't fear him like you do

As the world revolves the sun

I hope the light that I become can

Sleep for once

 

He says he protecting us but he's a liar

I know deep down that it's down to the wire

My heart will stop if I put out the fire

As long as i'm burning

I'll keep on yearning

To save the world

Not sure how, but I'm learning


 
 

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