GRID MARKINGS / RETROCEDING

by Dex

This reel is a way to solidify thy enduring departure from all social media platforms. After the inevitable observation of compounding excrescence, I’ve taken the decision of a healthy departure with much excitement. The metastasis of social media has been very apparent for years now. It’s really getting worse in many ways. The endless apparent design in the foil of comparison and competition. One could also go as far as to say, the folly of being metric pawns. Without a doubt, one can surely see the myriad of artificial gloss that spreads throughout. Breaking others down whom do not share similar views, verbal conflict and safety-concerning threats. Not to mention, the phycological dangers of never-ending stimulus. It’s always relative, this is another path to your optimal life. I foresee clarity from this decision to step outside the matrices. Surely bringing benefit in the fashion of a meromictic lake; versus the blur of algorithmic targeting and automation.

(Lyrics - Excludes Sample)

Drowsy with the surrogates,
think highly of the veraquin,
wayfarer shocked at the hearts of men,
lost sight of the ‘Queen say do believe (uh)
yeah, it’s true of disparities discrepancies,
thought reform suggesting reborn,
torn.. ya’ll choosing life in the hologram,
over nature walking on black sand,
of coarse.. gift to the partitions,
aura stitches at the helm of the systems,
markings of the grid,
for the awake and tenacious,
out the mud back to the infinite,
where nothings known,
grace, grit — emptiness,
do prioritize thy preservation,

(Always Relative - Glitch)

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Retroceding (I see you’ve dug)

For those that can’t read and write,
the foretold summary, S.M. gluttony,
fueling artillery, seeth in the warnings,
the guild is plague-ridden,
spoilt and blemished,
I embellish and breadthen,
outline with momentum,
outlier, with the sortilege,
erratic world beyond acceptance,
outtin’ flaky words veils in the semblance,
cloaked in violent energy,
do observe, it’s all around,
they’re posturing the movements,
no suppression upon the mount,
daggers in the air from ear-to-ear,
with [ “I” ](eyes)’s under siege..
vacancy, we’re changing history,
one topic at a time,
will they accommodate your mind,
retroceding are we holdin’ up the right mirror?
certain for the cause —
can you see the flaws?
desolate tryna justify the crimes,
voids on two sides no respite

(Retroceding)

1:39

Grid Markings

Dex & Naibu
1:36

Retroceding

Dex & dug.