Mr. Altig’s Overview of the Wonderful Dharma of the Lotus Sutra

Apocalyptic Insomniac Blues is a mesmerizing journey through the mind’s labyrinth, where rap, blues, and soul collide in a surreal soundscape of apocalyptic visions and sleepless nights. Verses cascade like fragmented thoughts in a daring stream-of-consciousness, questioning reality itself while weaving ancient mystique with modern chaos. Driven by a hypnotic, blues-infused beat and haunting melodies, the song challenges you to confront the unpredictable, find beauty in dissonance, and revel in the tension between destiny and free will. Born from late-night reflections and a struggle with restless nights, “Apocalyptic Insomniac Blues” explores the fragility of the human mind. This is more than a song; it’s a call to awaken your inner skeptic and poet, inviting you to explore the edges of possibility.

Lyrics:
[Verse]
Should I brand it apocalypse?
It’s an insom-ni-acal-ly lit kind of dream
An insomni-acal-ly-lotted stream starting to intersperse with reality
The right side of hype versus the left of regularity
At the tip of the branch
I barely damned damsels in distress
That test teeth on my Achilles foot
that stills wheel
Fresh off the lip
frisky fingertips speak just in the nick of time
Tree leaves start feeling prime meridian tension as she approaches
High noon full of cackle
and babble on the babble on in toe tip
spirals towards the other way
Arms poised and pointed
Masked by a stone cold smile
Can’t be bothered cold shoulder to water
Shunned me from even carrying one bean

[Chorus]
Anticipate what happens overnight
Anticipate what happens overnight
And is that even possible? (Is it even possible?)

[Verse]
Half asleep I undo
Antidream deeds reborn into
a non-salvageable state of being
be for-warned
I place what’s sworn on a black unicorn
born back born
therewith horn
Poked
Penetrate
Prevent reincarnation of another planet I bet
flipped in a fifth
Fraction of a tenth
I shimmy flip reverse semantics
Forgettin’ antics of insight
discarded beforehand
Blessed with the heresy of apparent self-success
Each thread (unties, betrays) tethers me to a test
Named humanity
A breath away from
same canal
She canvases with a blind brush
with the bastardisation
But instead do another vanish
rather than clarion call

[Chorus]
Anticipate what happens overnight
Anticipate what happens overnight
And is that even possible?

[Verse]
Indistinguishable from the now
Not impossible it could be fore-vow
From a concentration camp we kept fuelling her
Feeding her
Freed like an old Freddy dream
or disco queened into an ego machine
Isis binding brother to sleep
Coiling fathoms beneath lih-leth the sheet
Would’ve rather tucked odins other I underneath
If I truly know that he’s likely to lose it again
But yet again
we are here at