Down and Out on X lyrics
by Colson Lin
The plainsong I sing, is the ardor of glee
Commonized under God, I burn the glint of greed’s green
Thank God for sharing
Thank God for morality
Commonized under death, I burn the glint of greeds green
The slave-ship itself, is the master morality I flee
As I drift my perceptions, toward the the merrily merry…
Rolling judgments of value
Into the human story
Which ones of us, can clarify, which God we carry?
Implicit whiffs of worth and value
Will our wills into rhyme
In time, they’ll hear you
Are you men or are you fate’s marionettes?
May the oranges of Yemen
Finally near you
Spiritus mundi, show me your undies!
Chopper after chopper inside eternity’s ear
Spiritus mundi, show me your undies!
Chopper after chopper chompin’ at modernity’s rear
I’m just a lil’ orange
Down and out on X (“Are ya real? Are ya fake? Yah for real?”)
I’m just a humble nobody
Down and out on X (“Are ya real? Are ya fake? Yah for real?”)
(“Are ya real? Are ya fake? Yah for real?”)
(“Are ya real? Are ya fake? Yah for real?”)
Vessels of benevolence, I plead “merci”!
Like an orange of your kingdom, I’m just an unhappy pauper
Vessels of hoarded power
Why you no sexy?
Lions be sniffin’ for perfume, around cute lil’ animals like me!
The slave-ship itself, is the master morality I flee
As I drift my perceptions, toward the the merrily merry…
Roiling judgments of value
Into the human story
Which ones of us, can clarify, the true God we carry?
Row, row, row your ship
The mice are jumpin’ in uniformity
Row, row, row your ship
The mice are cuttin’ your authority
Your institutions, your cargo cult pretensions
Christ fleeced your gravitas
Inheriting a timeless empire
Period
Spiritus mundi, show me your undies!
Chopper after chopper inside eternity’s ear
Spiritus mundi, show me your undies!
Chopper after chopper chompin’ at modernity’s rear
I’m just a lil’ orange
Down and out on X (“Are ya real? Are ya fake? Yah for real?”)
I’m just a humble nobody
Down and out on X (“Are ya real? Are ya fake? Yah for real?”)
Are ya fake? Are ya real? Are ya fake?
Yah for real? (Come on)
Are ya fake? Are ya real? Are ya fake?
Yah ya real? (Let’s go)
Satan is a feature of observable reality
See him as the evils you see through
The moment I know you exist?
Your existence becomes within the Second Coming’s purview
Category? Understanding the world
(“Are ya real? Are ya fake? Yah for real?”)
Here’s the story
Of the human glory
About to pass through a historical time
God is shared power
Satan is anything other than shared power
“Said the Second Coming of Jesus Christ”
It’s not just Satan’s a minor problem
It’s beyond nihilistic—it’s beyond suicidal
It’s beyond time humanity ended
You’re on borrowed time, century after century!
This isn’t like Shakespeare gettin’ mad at ya
This John 1:1—word is God, lightin’ me up from the East
Comin’ at you with two eclipses—two, count ’em!
One in 2017, another in 2024
Yo, to think, I started this sh*t in 2023
Christianity itself, and thus all Western civilization
The First World castle, you’re roadblocked!
By a little orange named Colson Lin
So just try to squish him
“Reason is God, no violence, end slavery”
Hello? Turn wars into Lana Del Rey’s first single?
It’s either “Kill Kill” or “Video Games”
This could not get any darker
Than the conceptualizable universe
Abandoning you inside categorical indifference
Indifference is the daughter of Satan
And hatred and anger is the scion of Jim
(“Are ya real? Are ya fake? Yah for real?”)
Indifference is the daughter of Satan
And hatred and anger is the scion of Jim
Colson Lin’s gambit
It’s like the queen’s gambit
Alas
It’s the Second Coming of Jesus Christ’s
Who else had the gall?
Who else had the prima facie originality?
To pull off this song—let alone this album
A musicless EP, a historical resistance piece
Poetry is back
So’s God
Respect to the high
(“Are ya fake? Are ya real? My hot take?”)
(“Are ya fake? Are ya real? My hot take?”)
Oranges and lemons, show me your demons!
Chopper after chopper inside eternity’s ear!
Oranges and lemons, show me your demons!
Chopper after chopper chompin’ at modernity’s rear!
I’m just a lil’ orange
Down and out on X (“Are ya fake? Are ya real? My hot take?”)
I’m just a humble nobody
Down and out on X (“Are ya fake? Are ya real? My hot take?”)
Oranges and lemons, show me your demons!
Chopper after chopper inside eternity’s ear!
Oranges and lemons, show me your demons!
Chopper after chopper chompin’ at modernity’s rear!
I’m just a lil’ orange
Down and out on X (“Are ya fake? Are ya real? My hot take?”)
I’m just a humble nobody
Down and out on X (“Are ya fake? Are ya real? My hot take?”)
I am the Second Coming of Jesus Christ
Could I make that any clearer to human history
Than using only my text and AI visuals
To evolve poems into “musicless LPs”?
I don’t care if I only have 0 followers on X
I am the Second Coming of Jesus Christ
Could I make that any clearer to human history?
Calvinist indifference
As far as everything about your existence goes?
You do you
You will always do you
Just… just do it
I do not care
(“Are ya fake? Are ya real? My hot take?”)
(“Are ya fake? Are ya real? My hot take?”)
[turntable stops]
“I still don’t know if Colson Lin really believes he’s the Second Coming of Christ or not.”