Prompt: Picture yourself in a room full of broken glass
Blood on the pieces, the pieces you can't put back
A little white light in a sea gone black
My head is a room and the room's full of broken glass
You can't change me, can you save me?
Oh, clean eyes
Breaking my heart in all the right ways
And no, I don't mind, clean eyes
Oh, clean eyes
Breaking my heart and breaking my chains
And I don't know why, clean eyes
(Clean eyes)
Prompt: It's hard to wake up
When the shades have been pulled shut
This house is haunted
It's so pathetic, it makes no sense at all
I'm ripe with things to say
The words rot and fall away
What stupid poem, could fix this home?
I'd read it every day
Prompt: He calls the mansion, not a house, but a tomb
He's always choking from the stench and the fume
The wedding party all collapsed in the room
So send my resignation to the bride and the groom
Let's go down!
This elevator only goes up to ten
He's not around, he's always looking at men
Down by the pool, he doesn't have many friends, as they are
Face down and bloated, snap a shot with the lens
If you marry me
Would you bury me?
Would you carry me to the end?
to the vows you take
(And say goodbye) to the life you make
(And say goodbye) to the heart you break
And all the cyanide you drank
She keeps a picture of the body she lends
Got nasty blisters from the money she spends
She's got a life of her own and it shows by the Benz
She drives at 90 by the Barbie's and Ken's
If you ever say never, too late
I'll forget all the diamonds you ate
Lost in coma and covered in cake
Increase the medication
Share the vows at the wake (kiss the bride)
If you marry me
Would you bury me?
Would you carry me to the end?
to the vows you take
(And say goodbye) to the life you make
(And say goodbye) to the heart you break
And all the cyanide you drank
to the last parade
(And walk away) from the choice you made
(And say goodnight) to the hearts you break
And all the cyanide you drank
to the vows you take
(And say goodbye) to the life you make
(And say goodbye) to the heart you break
And all the cyanide you drank
to the last parade
(And walk away) from the choice you made
(And say goodnight) to the hearts you break
And all the cyanide you drank
To the last parade
As the parties fade
And the choice you made (to the end)
Prompt: i kill the rock rock rock rock
yo then then she killed my brain brain brain brain brain brain brain brain
nothing hurts anymore
nevermind...then she killed my brain
i can't stand it
i can't stand it
i can't stand it
i can't stand it
if I'm so wonderful then why am i so misunderstood
everybody has a reason for it except me
Prompt: Fill 'em with the venom, and eliminate 'em
Other words, I Minute Maid 'em
I don't wanna hurt 'em, but I did, I'm in a fit of rage
I'm murderin' again, nobody will evade
I'm finna kill 'em, I'm dumpin' their fuckin' bodies in the lake
Obliteratin' everything, incinerate a renegade
I'm here to make anybody who want it with the pen afraid
But don't nobody want it but they're gonna get it anyway
'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like I'm mentally ill
I'm Atilla, kill or be killed, I'm a killer bee, the vanilla gorilla
You're bringin' the killer within me, out of me
You don't want to be the enemy of the demon
Who went in me, and be on the receiving of me, what stupidity it'd be
Every bit of me is the epitome of a spitter
Prompt: Monster
You get in my way? I'ma feed you to the monster (yeah)
I'm normal during the day, but at night turn to a monster (yeah)
When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers
I look like a villain outta those blockbusters
Godzilla, fire spitter, monster
Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet
Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster
Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet
Prompt: Youth is wasted on the young
What fucking planet are you from
You think that you're the only one who's ever fucking lived before
I have died a thousand deaths
I've sucked upon a million breasts
My compliments to all the chefs
Whatever gets me through the day is how I throw my life away
These lyrics are becoming gay it's just like 50 shades of grey
You're doing everything I want
Being everything I'm not and reaping all the benefits
Hey, tomorrow fuck you and your friend yesterday
But you can never catch me because
I'm old, I'm bold, I broke that fucking mold
When I was young and dumb and full of fuckin' cum
And if you feel the way that I'm supposed to feel then you are
Prompt: I'm rememberin' I promised to forget you now
But it's rainin', and I'm callin' drunk
And my medicine is drownin' your perspective out
So I ain't takin' any fault
Am I honest still? Am I half the man I used to be?
I doubt it, forget about it, whatever
It's all the same, anyways
I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown
In the name of someone I no longer know
For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone
Traffic lights and a transmitter radio
I don't like that when they threw me in the car
I gave your name as my emergency phone call
Honey, it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up
I dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'll die for you
Prompt: You were laying on the carpet
Like you're satin in a coffin.
You said, "Do you believe what you're sayin'?"
Yeah right now, but not that often.
Are you dead or are you sleepin'?
Are you dead or are you sleepin'?
Are you dead or are you sleepin'?
God I sure hope you are dead.
Well you disappeared so often
Like you dissolved into coffee.
Are you here right now
Or are there probably fossils under your meat?
Are you dead or are you sleepin'?
Are you dead or are you sleepin'?
Are you dead or are you sleepin'?
God I sure hope you are dead.
Now the blow's been softened,
Since the air we breathe's our coffin.
Well now the blow's been softened,
Since the ocean is our coffin.
Often times you know our laughter
Is your coffin ever after.
And you know the blow's been softened,
Since the world is our coffin.
Well now the blow's been softened
Since we are our own damn coffins.
Well everybody's talkin' about their short lists.
Everybody's talkin' about death.
You were laying on the carpet
Like you're satin in a coffin.
You said, "Do you believe what you're sayin'?"
Yeah right now, but not that often.
Prompt: MY TONGUE MY THIGH LOOK IN MY EYE
I GOT 5 fingers don't you lie to me
2 door super nova
Champagne Cheverol
Chrome pully 4 speed
With the Rear drum brakes
6 Q Oil Pan. Blade Cooly Fan
Stock steel big wheel
With my dik in my hand
405 to the 101
Im in the gt 2 smokin in the sun
With the fat fish tail
And the paint job custom,
Who need women,
I got whips I love em
1978 FORD f 150 4 x 4 with the black plate
Gun metal your blood about to settle
I'm flying off a clif with my pinky on the pedal
Like a devil heat up the kettle anothe level
I disheveled the whole endeavor
I'm wearing leather in my new g t r m Benz
With the 5 0 HP 6 K RMP
Prompt: Far from me, fading slowly
Every time I hurt myself, I push away your help
And you know my soul is empty
Is it suicide or sabotage, you think?
I see it in my blood, it's dripping in the sink
Is it suicide or sabotage, you think?
'Cause I feel you slipping
Prompt: When Robert died, I was in a bookstore that wasn't born yet
And all around me spun the narratives of other fallen heroes
Dust! Dust! Dust!
Dust on the tomes of the stories of yesterday;
Dust on the tombs of the heroes of today
-Rain drops smooched my hair soft
Your kisses were distinct like welts from an airsoft
I've never wore a tie that didn't come from the thrift store
Before I was a vegetarian, I should've fished more
-I was farmed for my similarity to a Duracell battery
And quickly abandoned at a calculator factory
I'm no Wizard of Waverly
But I wear second hand goods like they were made for me
I went to school to become a philosopher
But dropped out to be a sober Kid Cudi imposter
With a spoon that's porous, I lounge in Siberia
Dining on borscht with Boris
My mind has the drive of an old Ford Taurus
Unfortunately my mind has no roads: it's just a forest
Rap's Kurt Vonnegut, Blurb Fontset
Prompt: They tried to attack you
They tried too late
We’re waiting on the storm to hide the wake
Bringing you up to the surface
Dragging you up to the shore
Holding you up to the sun like "Is this yours?"
It’s yours
Prompt: Struck by lightning
With a hand in the sand
Came to with a fist fused in glass
Closed the circuit skull full of white light, mouthful of ash
Sparks on the pavement
Dragging the chain
Anchor’s off, man, lost it again
Steady on gotta push through the rain
Weather in the veins, came for this
Train for this, fuck
Made for this, pray they miss, duck
Duck gray duck gets up and running
Rest fall back like a bridge in London
Brand new brakes I never touch em
Prompt: In the middle of a 1920 street. Combining the sleek, stylised geometry of the Art Deco period with the clarity, richness of colour, and depth of light of the Italian Renaissance Masters, powerfully seductive compositions of beauty, elegance, strength and grace
Prompt: In the middle of a jungle. Oil painting, Combining the sleek, stylised geometry of the Art Deco period with the clarity, richness of colour, and depth of light of the Italian Renaissance Masters, powerfully seductive compositions of beauty, elegance, strength and grace
Prompt: In The Middle Of Summer! Oil Painting combining the sleek, stylised geometry of the Art Deco period with the clarity, richness of colour, and depth of light of the Italian Renaissance Masters,powerfully seductive compositions of beauty, elegance, strength and grace
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
Deep Dream
Currently going deeper is available only for Deep Dreams.
