Akira's Complete Art Thread

[New England and The Maritimes]

A few hundred dollars and I'm happy with the results.

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Love me that Diablo 2 box set.

[Zeth Rekia]

I've begun releasing new tracks from this year's DiSCORDIS album.



The Final Breath


DiSCORDIS has been shutdown due to my lack of interest in it. Therefore, the track "The final Breath" Will be a single and that's it for this project. I am starting anew with a new project called "The Exit Cult", named after the Final Exit Network, an american service that helps the terminally ill commit suicide. After I get a good amount of songs put out with good enough writing quality, I'll be doing the vocals with another person and then folks will be recruited for the instrumental stuff. ^{[Note that I have no money, so I can't pay you. Unless we sell the album on iTunes, or something.]}

[Noders]

Zeno do you ever draw things you dreamt about?

[Zeth Rekia]

DiSCORDIS - Severed Hands

Give me a reason to care
Give me a reason to care
I don't care what you say
As long as it makes me think and wait

It doesn't matter what you do
I'm never ever gonna fall in love with you
You made my heart rust right through.
And I don't need no more love from you
You lost me long ago
A million decades far and gone
I never wanted to see your face again
But, you sort of raped me with it...

Ohh~~

I love it when you smile~~
But you're not dead enough,
Not dead enough, not dead enough
For my taste, my taste, my taste...

I love when you smile~~
But you're not dead enough,
Dead enough, Dead Enough
For my taste, ohh~~

I don't know where you came from
But you're another burden
I can do without,
it's to damn heavy
I wanted heavier corpses in my ford truck
Never ever gonna happen
I never wanted to see your face again
But you insisted to rape me with it...

I like it when you smile~~
But you're not dead enough,
dead enough, dead enough
For me

I adore it when you smile
But you're not dead enough,
Dead enough, Dead enough
For me- me- me, YEAAHHH!!~~

Pedophile
Necrophiliac
Suicidal
and fully automatic
Your face makes me
Your face makes me
Postal with the centipedes
Satan profess your dirty love for me
Oh....

But when you're dead enough for anything
I'll be sure to be at your side when the time is ringing
I just like it when you you smile
With a syringe needle in your fucking eye
I never wanted to see your face again
But you vigorously raped me with it

I love it when you smile....
But you're not dead enough for me
Hook line and sinker
Maggots and rotting
Perfection
Perfection...

I love it when you smile~~
But you're not dead enough,
dead enough, dead enough
For me

I love it when you smile~~~
But you're not dead enough
Not dead enough, dead enough,
For me...

Oh!~~~

[Zeth Rekia]

Sung in High falsetto
Sung Normally

The Exit Cult - "Buried At Sea"

Baby pulled out transversely
Based in unstable confined captivity
Safety net nowhere in reality
Baby, I just want a hug and hospitality...

Mommy and daddy didn't think twice~~
Now their daughter is crawling in mice
Prescribed disease for learning things~~
Baby crawlin' to the pits of Hades~~~

Pink ponies and purple beings -- Solitary cushion prison scenes
Science fiction mass prediction -- Another world to focus attention
Digital Butterflies creep through me -- Living life in a prosthetic machine
Six Days and Seven Nights -- A bullet ensconced between my thighs

Nobody sees the signs I'm losing my mind
'Sorry baby, we thought you were just fine'
I've spun my cocoon, and I'm through with you
Goodbye world, I've seen but not experienced you
I'm just wasting away like a cancer patient
Nothing accomplished but functional displacement

It's really quite nice, nobody knowing me here
I've no communication equipment, but a glare
People call me a serial killer and I feel fame
Having dreams about murder and I feel shame
No worries, there's nothing left to save
Baby, I've written my will and swan-dived into the grave

Pink ponies and purple beings -- Solitary cushion prison scenes
Science fiction mass prediction -- Another world to focus attention
Monkeys dancing across the sea -- God never tried to save a single part of me
Hurt and insecure about everything -- Switch to a more capable personality

Organs committing suicide without warning
I will wake up ill- every morning
Baby I can't remember if you're real
The touch, the feel, the energy you conceal
You're so far away- and yet so close
I must need the zombie dose
Suck me dry with a fanged hose
I wanna fry this Wild Horse~~~

Pink ponies and purple beings -- The circles of death hypnotize me
Science fiction mass prediction -- Embracing a world that's a better dichotomy
Hi there Sodom and Gloria -- Spinning my web in purgatory
Submerge me under the deep blue sea -- Just like a bad false memory

[Erinkita]

A few hundred dollars and I'm happy with the results.

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Nice entertainment centre. Your monkey's adorable.

[Zeth Rekia]

A few hundred dollars and I'm happy with the results.

(Image)
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Nice entertainment centre. Your monkey's adorable.

Money well spent.

[The Nuclear Fist]

D!SCORDIS - Yellow Space Helicopter

What are we to do,
With a newcomer like you
A new cadet on this yellow space helicopter...
Things must feel so different
But I assure you, it's really quite prophylactic
The meteorites and spinning blades
Much enjoyment lies within this Escorsca Po'vovey

Well~~~

We can laugh and we can sing
We can rob and steal things
We can sneak disingenuous strings
Of data that nobody else can read!
There's no boundaries to behold
No police to be told by the vox populi
"Go fuck yourself and never Fuck wit' me!"

Oohhh~~~
We're all living in a yellow space heli
Space heli!
Space heli!
We're all living in a yellow space heli
Space heli!
Space heli!

Things are so much different
People seem a tad gifted and clean
Transubstantiated sentences of obscure beauty...
Nobody is being set on fire for the regime
Or committing mass murder for the pope and Queen
Without first blogging it on the chat in our yellow space mecha-thing!

Well~~~

We can hide all the bodies
We can burn all the writings
We can troll religious sites
and not be afraid a thing
There's no boundaries to behold
No more vampire Baptists need to say that,
"Lynching niggers is good for humanity!"

Oohhh~~~
We're all living in a yellow space heli
Space heli!
Space heli!
We're all living in a yellow space heli
Space heli!
Space heli!

[minute long clarinet solo]

And~~~

When you're feeling lonely
When you're really quite hopeless and deranged
When you're looking for a hand to grab and make you smile
Just log-on and come and see the room of butterflies upon the starry sea
The love, tranquility, and peace of the turtle horses in the moon
That's beyond the hell-fire of the chat in our yellow space Mecha-thing!

Oohhh~~~
We're all living in a yellow space heli
Space heli!
Space heli!
We're all living in a yellow space heli
Space heli!
Space heli!

Drifting upon a sea of technicolor sleep
Upon our Yellow Space Helicopter-thing
Watching everything burn and the devil sing

Ah oh oh uh uh uh uhh~~~
Ah oh oh uh uh uh uhh Ahaooaoh~~~
Ah oh oh uh uh uh Ahaooaoh~ Ahaooaoh~
Ah oh oh uh uh uh Ahaooaohoooo~~~~~!

[Natty Narwhal]

Some of your art reminds me of Dave McKean's.

[Alevuss]

Some of your art reminds me of Dave McKean's.

It sort of reminds me of Esao Andrews.

And I know I've said it before, but these are amazing.

[Zeth Rekia]

The Exit Cult - "The Said I Could Be Everything"

Left liquefying in a barrel of formaldehyde
Spread putrid tissue across your supple thighs
Break your osmosis flesh as you squint your eyes
Broke and defeated as your false innocence dies

Let this wreckage sing our swan song
The fires and the holocausts have all gone
Displeasure into gear, as the maggots begins to bore
You are the one that I'll statutorily love...

The ocean will ripple as the limbless cadavers are set ablaze
While the crows and wasps praise the infernal rage
I can't stop smiling as your eyes turn into moist portals
Windows into a black oblivion where screaming is eternal

Let this wreckage sing our swan song
The fires and the holocausts have all gone
No need to hide your eyes my little one...
Exposed to the world's giggling yore
As hundreds of bodies wash back upon shore
The darlingest of kin to be loved nevermore

I remember when we would walk along the shore
Holding hands and blushing like kids in a candy store
Take me back to that time,
through a tsunami full of razors
Where all I want to find is you,
To aroint my problematic youth....

Let this wreckage sing our swan song
The fires and the holocausts have all gone
No need to hide your eyes my little one...
Exposed to the world's giggling yore
As hundreds of bodies wash back upon shore
The darlingest of kin to be loved nevermore...

As our bodies descend into a void of descendant fascination
Caressing your short slimy hair as we float down the River Styx
I begin to realize that I'm reaching nirvana in this grim situation
As Utopians take me in their arms with all the tenderness there is
There is no palpable substitute for this...

Bubbles pretty like a starry night,
Ripe for rape in phantom light!
Bubbles pretty like a starry night,
Ripe for rape in phantom light!

[Erinkita]

Sweet monkey Jesus that's visceral. Brilliantly written. Some of your best lyrics yet. But I really feel the need to brush my teeth.

[Zeth Rekia]

Think some different album art is in order...

[Zeth Rekia]

OP renovated!

[Old Vester]

It's been a while.
Glad to see there's still art to see from you ,Ze.

[Zeth Rekia]

The Exit Cult - "Furries In Unity"

^{[Thundery Intro]}

The forest critters will rejoice at the nuclear sunrise...
As the ashes of man gently rain down from the skies...
The Christmas tunes at Ground Zero soothe my senses...
As the nudists resume their quiet little dissonances...

All my hopes and dreams have been dashed,
All my worries and complaints have been trashed...

While you watch everything burn as the devil sings...
There's a paradise where every politician's soul sinks...
While I feel less corrupted and anarchic of out control...
There's a large wormy hole developing in my soul...

All my hopes and dreams have been dashed,
All my worries and complaints have been trashed...

Firebombs and homemade napalm,
Free to ask questions as the world is embalmed
Firebombs and homemade napalm,
Free to ask questions as the world is embalmed

All my wishes have come true,
All the androids were construed,
And the pharisees deconstructed,
And the Earth has been undejected,
All my hopes and dreams have been dashed,
All my worries and complaints have been trashed...

Animals of all types living in harmony, and I feel better off
Animals of all types living in harmony, and I feel better off
Animals of all types living in harmony, and I feel better off...
Animals of all types living in harmony, and I feel better off...

^{[Minute Long Guitar Solo]}

Firebombs and homemade napalm,
Free to ask questions as the world is embalmed
Firebombs and homemade napalm,
Free to ask questions as the world is embalmed

All my wishes have come true,
All the androids were construed,
And the pharisees deconstructed,
And the Earth has been undejected,
All my hopes and dreams have been dashed,
All my worries and complaints have been trashed...
All my hopes and dreams have been dashed,
All my worries and complaints have been dashed...

^{[Thundery Outro]}

[North Wiedna]

Still the best artist on NS!

[Zeth Rekia]

The Exit Cult - Non-Serbian Love Song

Hustle and bustle of the city life
Keeping your chin up through the strife

Only one thing that keeps me pushing on
Thinking of you, and nothing goes wrong

you're all I need~~~

Pushing and pulling on the strings
Gotta keep 'em happy, zing zing zing

When the day's done I have a smile
'Cause I'm coming home to you for a while

As we hold each other
No one can break our grip
Looking for our sweet embrace
You happy is all I need

As we hold each other
No one can break our grip
Looking for our sweet embrace
You happy is all I need

You're all I need
all I need
You're all I need

^[lead]

As we hold each other
Noone can break our grip
Looking for our sweet embrace
You happy is all I need

As we hold each other
Noone can break our grip
Looking for our sweet embrace
You're all I need

^[End]

[Zeth Rekia]

The Exit Cult - "Embrace The Intellectually Bankrupt"

They are taught by minions in "Schools"
Grammar, punctuation, and letters
are all the Evil Eyes of the devil
Whenever you use these things,
Lucifer is controlling you.
He pulls the strings
and runs your life like a puppeteer.

Gather your dictionaries
Cast them back to hell
with the fire from wence it came

A corpse is a corpse
And a horse is a horse
A Porsche is a Porsche
And a porch is a porch
Sometime when the stars align
An eclipse will raise the magic tune
Summertime and loony droop
Ahoge for the untamed buffoon
Askew for the scissor lips of me and you
Ooo~~

[Lead]

Monkeys dancing across the sun
Spells dirty fun for everyone
Blank rounds shooting into my veins
Heart stops junky rose profanity

Down the drain my concupiscence flows
To the sewers of atrophy below
The crocodiles will feast on sugary delight
A spongy cum stain herpes tonite...

[Zeth Rekia]

The Exit Cult - "I Will Kill You And Have The Body"

Wake'n Rabbit
No need shine
sun says no
you better hide
hunter come
with his gun
gonna shoot your foot
going to watch you die
and if you don't
he'll skin you alive
Mr.Rabbit
you better hide
or Mister Pig's gonna pluck out your eyes

[Zeth Rekia]

The Exit Cult - "The Exit Cult"

I see you in despair
Riffled monument,
Something rare

Snowball the Kool-aid
Throat sore cyanide,
And Lemon Tang

Karma is real, and she's gunning for me....

Grey skies on the 31st day
Football fields, wet grass blades
Loaded shotgun and teary rain
Shadows are asking questions
As yard marks are passed by
The culprit is on the stage
Shaking her head in dismay... (Shaking her head in dismay)
Final thoughts of a marriage
Decorate her cold damp face... (Decorate her cold damp face)
As her dream sprawls deceased
And a sweet stench is released... (And a sweet stench is released...)

What do we do with her now?
Someone has to remember this scene
Karma is real, and she's gunning for me....

She's been talking to the synthetic friend
Diverging into a prosthetic dimension
Solitary cushion, prison TV screens
Embracing a bitter dichotomy

Karma is real, and she's gunning for me...

Hold tightly and cut the O-two
Bubble bath brunette sings her underwater tune
Alcohol is a dangerous scapegoat
Friends enforce a criminal's lie
And he makes it off just fine
Karma's new daddy is a strange guy... (Karma's new daddy is a strange guy)
Always giving her treats in her soda
Noticing she wakes up with no clothes on... (Noticing she wakes up with no clothes on)
As he tells her he'll kill grandma and grandpa
If she ever says he's filling her with demons... (If she ever says he's filling her with demons...)

What do we do with her now?
Someone has to remember this scene
Karma is real, and she's gunning for me....

God is a liar and She's his best fan
As she is called names by the pots and pans
A vampire with the stake dressed in Red
Something that resembles a ticket to Heaven

Karma is real, and she's gunning for me...

I see you staring into the looking glass
Inside a pub bathroom where you make money for "dad"
bursting into tears and putting a gun to your head
As the screen fades to black...

I see you in despair
Riffled monument,
Something rare... (I have to stay.)

Snowball the Kool-aid
Throat sore cyanide,
And Lemon Tang... (I scrapped the ending...)

Karma is real, and she's gunning for me....

What would you like for Christmas?
A young graveside eulogy or a reaper's dream?

Let's break into Daddy's little crime scene
Me and you with pipes and play things
His autistic blood child under his waist,
As Karma takes the first swing... (As Karma takes the first swing...)
Snap the spine and inflame the face
Paralyzed and out of space to race... (Paralyzed and out of space to race...)
The tale's coming to a close,
And so is the closet... (And so is the closet...)

Karma, you're so beautiful as you admire your first lynching...

[Erinkita]

I don't know how you can come up with all of these so quickly. Your creativity is amazing.

[Zeth Rekia]

I don't know how you can come up with all of these so quickly. Your creativity is amazing.

Anecdotes, nightmares, and pretending I'm going to make something amazing.

This release is going to haunt me forever....

[Mad hatters in jeans]

I don't know how you can come up with all of these so quickly. Your creativity is amazing.

nothing like chaos to push creativity.

[Zeth Rekia]

The Exit Cult - "Fashionist State"

The narcissistic loathing of the modern condition
Bound and gagged by the inescapable contraption
I'm listening but I can't seem to hear you...

Bondage by the primitive roots of prurient desire
Stretched tight by restraint and fundamentalist ire
Evolved through a perverted prepubescence
A part of a formative rebellion of moral offence...

I've found the clues and felt the blues
But what the About Face says is true
I get the joke, and it's on me.
Life now is just so funny...

The ceiling fan can hold a woman
A thought crime carousel in my den
But, I get the joke, and it's on me.
Now life is just to funny...

[Guitar Lead]

Expunge the filth with a nice hot shower
Wardrobe chosen by some higher power
I'm listening but I can't seem to hear you...

Ensconced in the rose bed of councilmen
Judges and personalities toss arguments
Beating down my smoldering self-esteem
As I pop some pills and drink til' I dream

I've found the clues and felt the blues
But what the About Face says is true
I get the joke, and it's on me
Life now is just so funny...

Pretty as the sandman buries me mescaline
Additive ocean of Jose Cuervo aids his art piece
But, I get the joke, and it's on me.
Now life is just to funny...