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WHY? - IV. The surgeon nervously goes on, he never claimed to be God. (Official Video)

WHY? - 'AOKOHIO' Pre-order/stream/download: https://lnk.to/why_iv Out August 9, 2019 on Joyful Noise Recordings ============== Directors: James Siewert, Auden Lincoln Vogel Cinematography: James Siewert, Auden Lincoln Vogel Assistant Director: Alex Knapp Assistant Camera: Jesse LoCascio Production Assistants: Jack French, Bobby Tewksbury, Andrew Bellows Executive Producer: Miles Joris Peyrafitte Producer: Brent Benedict Camera Rig fabrication assistance: Kris Perry, Chrissy Rivera Starring: Yoni Wolf, David Rubenstein, Grace Weir Editing: Stephen Gurewitz, James Siewert Visual Effects: James Siewert Animation: Auden Lincoln Vogel, James Siewert, Elis Ekdahl Color: Joseph Mastantuono Special Thanks: Tony Stone, Doug Max Stone, Fiona Wood, Rigo Garay, Chris Skotchdopole, Ben Eisenkop, Marco Andre, Glass Eye Pix, Eastern Effects, Anything But Costumes, Good Post, Sundog Solar & Cider, Clifton Natural, Foods ============== LYRICS: ------------ IV. The surgeon nervously goes on, he never claimed to be God. Narcissistic Lamentation Everyone wants something— everyone I meet. Everyone wants something from me. Krevin’ So what if I’m rocking a cappella going hella slow. You never know the depth until you dive the trench. Coat open, drenched. Need a coaster, sit the bench. Penchant for pretentious dribble— it’s a cinch. Lend a hand to man on death or bear the stench. Rap faster, demand your face be cast in plaster. Last one from the past become the future master— or accept the bald-face disaster. Krevin’ sixty seconds from an iPhone 6s. Blessings. The Crippled Physician (feat. Lala Lala & Gia Margaret) In bed with cold, brittle and old like the Dead Sea scrolls. His weak pulse shakes his whole frame. Shame. Same bones and sloped narrow shoulders of a woman on a wagon heading west, bound homeward. Folks he knows say he’s gotta let go, be released of the anger at least. Jeez. But it's burrowed deep in his soul, hidden like a pebble in snow. Baby's been born with a beard, worn and haggard, weird and jagged in crowds. He stammers profoundly even amongst friends, and locks up like a tin ornithopter too tightly wound. He’s lonesome and wanting, groping for something, foraging closeness from shadows retreating. And like a pro- foundly confused infant in the endless cold night, he finally finds his own thumb, and numbs himself back into sleep. He says, “What an old and strange son's life is mine. When I come off stage, they stand in line to meet me.” The surgeon nervously goes on. He never claimed to be God… “Just a vessel for impulse, pressing into several directions, dressing and undressing the wound I'm used to in a how-to on YouTube.” “Who do I tell the truth to, stressing and confessing from the Jetta on Nokia through Bluetooth?” Ustekinumab ============== https://www.aokohio.com IG:   / whywithaqmark   FB:   / whywithaquestionmark   Twitter:   / whywithaqmark   Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/0d7aB...