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Neon Hades (Produced by Notebook​.​)

from Vanity by Notebook.

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(Intro)

cornea black from looking your way.
why would you go? I want you to stay.
eat me alive. I'll give you a plate.
whatever you do, don't leave me to waste.
down to the bone, I'm being detained.
I'm the only rebel content with being your slave.
making it fast, 'cause I don't like to wait.
drag me below. forget a higher-place.

fascinated by the end of everything.
apprehensive to existence and I'll never cling.
empty collection of heads I was meant to bring,
but I carried in my own because the context was bleek.
I don't know if God's tempting me,
or if the Adversary wants to cause entropy.
My senses eat at themselves. I am the Pulse of the Maggots.
Hiding under the mulch with this ugly sulk from the Madness.


this dismal palace is making it hard to inhale.
deep breath. won't plead yet.
is this what peace is? because I'm in pieces...

death must be peaceful.
such a headrush I need, too. I'll rest in a red-tux and bleed through,
and form a puddle beneath my bed; what a dream.
I won't even break a sweat once the evils drug my drink,
and I sip the poison with the biggest grin.
The kind of smile I'd give as a child. It was missin',
but it's funny how it takes me slipping into Grim to get it.
positive and negative. swallowing a sedative.
goblin in a dress with lips painted black.
gothic iridescence. I'm awfully repressive,
sinister, and hollow. this is Halloween. irregular composition.
Heaven sent a doll with pins still pressed in it. all I see's reflective of me.
I'm appalled, and seeing testaments and revelations.
dusk and dawn is setting in.
something calm and delicate that cuts apart my cells and digs.
underneath the grass is my shell, and all is eloquent.

this dismal palace is making it hard to inhale.
deep breath. won't plead yet.
is this what peace is? because I'm in pieces...

the grim-reaper's got to be the cryptkeeper.
chamber full of secrets' why I hold the skeleton-key for...
painters recreating depth, I say to make it deeper -
so I can analyze the details of your disdained amoeba.
a new euphoric schism. contorted organism.
I adore your discordanance. You're eurythmic,
in a way that's non-proportionate. Abstraction...
carve me out a gorge, so I can lay within your black-chasm.
grim tales from a grimoire.
impartially sit and watch film-noir;
an indifference I failed to amend,
so they sail to condemn and impale what I'm in for...
on a daily basis 'til I'm frail and agin'
I don't tell my story, or "For Sale" the pages.
all my friends are dead, and I nailed the coffins...
rather isolate than grow ail to save 'em.
I said...

this dismal palace is making it hard to inhale.
deep breath. won't plead yet.
is this what peace is? because I'm in pieces...

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from Vanity, released January 1, 2017

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Notebook. Clayton, New Jersey

Notebook. is an Alternative / Hip-Hop Musician that has been breaking down the boundaries between genres for seventeen years, all while putting his graphic, movie-like journey sonically on display. Limitation in Art is not a rule that he abides by, and the extreme highs and gut-wrenching lows of Notebook.'s life-experience is what also makes his work so relatable. ... more

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