Seven Days on a Higher Plane

by The Psychodox

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"This album is insane. The last song made me want to climb my water tower and do some DMT."
-Anonymous

The writing process for this album was both a nightmare and an absolute dream come true. "Funding My Future Drug Problem" was destined to be an album opener for starters. Coming to grips with songs with drastic speed changes while retaining a sludge metal persona was quite an experience. Thanks to me diving deeper into late 70s/80s psychedelic rock and the inescapable noise rock genres for insane amounts of inspiration, this album alone could cause destruction of an entire planet with the push of a play button. A lot more technicality and writing time went into this one, however, just leaving enough room for chaos to ensue on the album was an absolutely beautiful disaster of mass proportions. Don't let the length of the first track fool you. Songs like "The Parallel Universe Experience" and the title track mean both terror and business. This is a heavily drugged out cycle of confusion, despair, angst and questioning of the universe or distorting reality. So sit down, lay down, stand up, hang from the ceiling, drink one, light one, do nothing, and just enjoy the seven day ride to a higher plane than the sky beneath the ground.

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released November 11, 2016

The creator of the album who has not yet been admitted to the insane asylum would be none other than our delightful J. Paradox, who spasmed from the mouth, covered a perfectly good flying V in blood, manhandled a bass, did mass amounts of programming and was left alone for far too long with a tape recorder and an echo pedal. Miraculously in that time, synchronizing volume levels and deforming the sound to its true beauty was also handled by aforementioned psychopath. To ensure insanity would not fully overcome, a visit was scheduled by DJ Cold Spirit to do the following misdeeds: commit physical abuse to 55-gallon drums of the blood of his enemies on "The Brain Mutilating Dungeon Worm" and synthetically corrupt the track "The Air of An Evil Spirit" with demonic keys and additional maniacal shouting.

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One insane idiot's road trip through the psychedelia-tinged world of heavy riffs and mass distortion.

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Track Name: Funding My Future Drug Problem
Hey man it's my last 20 but I'm gonna give it all to you
Hey man it's my last 20 but I'm gonna give it all to you
I'm starting to get real sick
I need another fix
Hey man it's my last 20 but I'm gonna give it all to you

Hey machine it's my last 20 but I'm gonna blow it all on you
Hey machine it's my last 20 but I'm gonna blow it all on you
You don't understand what it's all about
I don't give a fuck if I lose my house
Hey machine it's my last 20 but I'm gonna blow it all on you

Dear hooker it's my last 20 but I'm gonna give it all to you
Dear hooker it's my last 20 but I'm gonna give it all to you
I don't know why you're doing this work
But you need money and I need a jerk
Hey God I'm all out of money, the fuck am I gonna do?

Guess I better sell or sell myself
Guess I better sell or sell myself
Track Name: The Brain Mutilating Dungeon Worm
Appearances can be deceiving
When deception appears
Wait until it's silent again
Wait until the smoke clears

When's the last time you remember having control?
Tapeworm in the ass a worm in the brain

A solution is just an illusion (away)

Limited visibility
Empty promises as far as the eye can see
When it all comes to clarity
Everything once more will be

CLEAR

When's the last time you remember having control?
Tapeworm in the ass a worm in the brain

A solution is just an illusion (away)

Haven't seen with your own two eyes for so long
Stuck to comfort, can't you see what's wrong?

Puppet's rigged by strings
The puppeteer makes it sing
Such a lovely fucking tune
(-incomprehensible-)

When's the last time you remember having control?
Tapeworm in the ass a worm in the brain

A solution is just an illusion (away)
Track Name: Cosmic Blaster Master Disaster
I can't feel my arms
I can't feel my legs
As a matter of fact
I can't feel anything

I'm anti-gravity
I'm in fucking outer space
The sky beneath the ground is real
Fuck, this shit is laced

I'M MELTING - I'm pulling a cosmo now
I'M MELTING - Apollo's got me freaking out
I'M MELTING - I'm pulling a cosmo now
I'M MELTING - I am the Paradox in doubt
Cosmic Blaster Master Disaster

Paranoia
Claustrophobia
Things you never have
They're setting in you

Theyreaftermetheyreafterme
theyrefuckingcomingafterme
theyreaftermetheyreafterme
dontletthemindontletthemfuckingtouchme
ifyouletthemintheyregonnafuckingtryandkillme
ifyouletthemfuckinginsomeonesgonnafuckingdie

I'M MELTING - Melting into the couch
I'M MELTING - This stuff is good, you should try it out
I'M MELTING - I'm pulling a cosmo now
I'M MELTING - I am a Paradox in doubt
Cosmic Blaster Master Disaster!

I'M MELTING - Melting into the couch
I'M MELTING - It's time to get freaking out
I'M MELTING - I'm pulling a cosmo now
I'M MELTING - I am a Paradox in Doubt
Cosmic Blaster Master Disaster!
Track Name: The Parallel Universe Experience
Go on and bet it all
Your god is an 8-ball
Ask any question
And it's time to try again
Are there alternate dimensions
Let me see
What does it take for me to go in
Bear with me

There's a whole world of other worlds
Your mind could not perceive
Every possibility, every opportunity
Don't be fooled by greener grass
Or the "life of your dreams"
Everything comes with a price
Things may not be as they seem

What do I see before my eyes?
Truth or lies?
Nothing here that I despise?
Careful of disguise
Limitless and infinte
There's always something wrong
Possibilities endless
But where's the memory gone?

There's a whole world of other worlds
Your mind could not perceive
Every possibility, every opportunity
Don't be fooled by greener grass
Or the "life of your dreams"
Everything comes with a price
Things may not be as they seem

You're drawing flies
To your brain's demise

Gated house white picket fence
Family lacking delinquents
Almost perfect isn't it?
That's not even half the shit

Diluted illusions
Generated confusions
Born with a tail
And no use for it

Born under a different roof
A different name that bears no use
Nothing leads anywhere
Only farther from home

Friends all changed names and roles
You wanted better but nothing's known
Terrified and alone
It's not so pretty now

The human psyche is a
Strange, strange, strange thing
Your god is an 8-ball
And you bet it all
To find out there's no greener grass
It's too late to save your ass

There's a whole world of other worlds
Your mind could not perceive
Every fucking opportunity
Don't be fooled by greener grass
Or the "life of your dreams"
Everything comes with a price
Things may not be as they seem

Fuck what your mind told you
Fuck what your mind told you
Fuck what your mind told you
Grab a mirror and see
What happened to you
Torn to hell
Torn down

The only true wisdom of knowing
Is knowing nothing at all
You've seen everything
There's no returning
It's gone
Track Name: Fifth Annual Normalcy & Oddity Mixer
I wanna smoke it up with Ruby & Spears
Get a better look at those strange years
I wanna drop acid with Lewis Carroll
And lose it turning into a discolored animal

BLOOD - You love the murderer
MONEY - I love the murdered

I can outdrink Captain Threepwood
I'm the only one with ID
But I can't hold my breath for ten minutes
Because then I'm turning green

BLOOD - You love the murderer
MONEY - I love the murdered
FUCK - You love the world they kill
MONEY - I hate the world

You let them breathe dictation
Lost your own motivation

You let them breathe dictation
Lost your own motivation
Mentally so feeble
At least my icons don't kill "people"

Their leash will choke you
Their leash will choke you
Their leash will choke you
Their leash will choke you
Their leash will choke you
Their leash will choke you
Their leash will choke the fuck out of you goddammit

I wanna smoke a joint with Ruby & Spears
I wanna drop acid with Lewis Carroll
I wanna outdrink Captain Threepwood
I don't give a shit about your disposable people

BLOOD - You love the murderer
MONEY - I love the murdered
FUCK - You love the world they kill
MONEY - I hate the world
Track Name: The Air of An Evil Spirit
8:30 PM
Let the fun begin
A shred of patience
Hanging by a thread
There's a voodoo doll somewhere
With pins in my head
I'm about to explode
Or I'm about to be dead

Fuck the sky
Fuck this life
Fuck the world
Fuck you just for spite
Fuck the liars they are
Fuck the hate I feel
Fuck everything
Fuck it can't be real
They're coming for me
They've come to reap my brain
They've punctured me
And left me in pain
You won't take me away
I'm not living this
I'll destroy myself
Before I succumb to your shit

You cut the rope at the deep end
I won't ever let you guide me again'
You ripped off my wings before I flew in
I won't ever let you guide me again

10:00 PM
The shit has hit the fan
Something's burning inside of me
All I feel is animosity
You picked a bad day to fuck with me

Moments from Hell
Moments away
The evil in the air
Doesn't appear to fade
I'm about to explode
And you're all too close
We've already fallen
So there's nowhere to go
If you're coming for me
To reap my brain
Stop fucking with me
I'm already in pain
You won't take me away
I'm not living this
I'll destroy myself
Before I succumb to your shit

You cut the rope at the deep end
I won't ever let you guide me again'
You ripped off my wings before I flew in
I won't ever let you guide me again

I was prepared for Hell but not you
I was prepared for Hell but not you
I was prepared for Hell but not you
I was prepared for Hell
Fuck you

The evil in the air needs to die
Track Name: Seven Days on a Higher Plane
I'm not dead yet
I'm just hiding

Pardon my situation
I've been stuck in time
Analyzing all my actions
Broke the button for rewind
Stopped the deformation of sound
Before the time bomb went off
The sky beneath the ground
Is now all but lost

Seven days on a higher plane
Seven days on a higher plane

The damage in my mind
Will it heal in time?
The damage in my mind
It's of another kind

A match some gas torch the evidence
A match some gas torch the evidence

When evil comes out to play
I'll be sitting in silence
Til the perfect moment comes
For some good ol' fashioned violence
Stop the deformation of sound
Before the time bomb goes off
The sky beneath the ground
Is now all but lost

Seven days on a higher plane
Seven days on a higher plane

The damage in my mind
Will it heal in time?
The damage in my mind
It's of another kind

Your hiding place
Was compromised today

Somewhere out there
Something's after you

Seven days on a higher plane
Seven days on a higher plane

The damage in my mind
Will it heal in time?
The damage in my mind
It's of another kind

A match some gas torch the evidence
A match some gas torch the evidence