Aluminum Jets
This song is about a time I was held at gunpoint and robbed a few years ago. The lyrics focus on empathizing with the guy who robbed me. I was subpoenaed and had to testify as a witness in court, and he was just a young, reckless kid making dumb decisions.
The song explores how the circumstances of someone’s life can drive a good person down a bad path. It draws on philosophical frameworks like the Egg Theory and Buddhism, along with a number of mythologies, to tell a story about someone being reborn and struggling to do what’s right in a world that seems to reward them only when they sacrifice their ideals.
In the lyrics, I put myself in the other man’s shoes not just in thought, but physically through rebirth, imagining that our souls had switched bodies and ended up in the exact same spot. Envisioning me pointing the gun at myself in a different lifetime.
Lyrics
Sharp villains make smooth moves
Everybody criminal
Sidewinder, every lane
Coursing through the chemicals
Tried one but I don't feel none yet
Fuzzy insides when I crash out like aluminum jets
I wanna break some pity party up
Under the sun
Dreams of flying in Satya
Then I wake up dumb
Holding fruits in garden
I've been choking on carbon
Cherry red demigod
Why don't you look what you started
Came back moving seven ways like sonata
Catacombs and the petroglyphs slipping off the walls in Nevada
Haunt you like a jackal
Flesh wounds, bone shackles
Holed up on a black night
At this house party full of assholes
Sinners find their solace
Three years of pushing the product
I've been tumbling in whitewater
Money clean as you got it
I don’t think about it
These problems is out of body
I just keep it up
Keep it up
Keep it up
Keep it up
Keep it up money put you in a twilight
Complacent motherfuckers can't rule my life nah
Stampede, leave you slumped like fiends
Know you’re addicted to something
It's in the air that you breath
Nitrous, like this
20 headed ibis
South of the city and I’m about to get squeezed
Over some citrus, gelato
41 fully auto
Needles slide like an abacus
In a desert saguaro
You could either heal a monster
Or die by the sword
You’re born afflicted in the eye of the storm
Golden cross on a food chain
Strains of strange prey
Puffy and hazed
Swimming with saints
I could sink
So what I pray for Chaoflux
Golden years and clingy sluts
These drugs don't make me sick or something
Cuz recently been antid up
Crystallized flames, aluminum planes
We crashing out
Obsessed with the pain that I caused
But still can't blame myself