This album is short, apocalyptic, and ugly. It came about when listening to a playback of a track from my previous album "New Landscapes." An error in sharing the track with a friend's phone caused a disgusting digital sound to blast from the speakers at the end of a particularly long ambient track. It made me think how impactful it would be to have an auditory breath mint that tasted like the apocalypse after having a long meal of beautiful, relaxing, and engaging ambient pieces which transport you to imagined lands. The words are satirical, sarcastic, and cynical, the beats are basic and heavy, and everything else is distorted, bitcrunched, and manipulated. This record is the opposite of "New Landscapes" and that is why they are partners. Below is a transcription of all of the lyrics written as a singular piece (with the exception of Baby Ainge's closing verse).

My recommendation is that you listen to the continuous version of the record.

UGLY FUTURE

Ugly Future
Oh, it's an ugly future for us all.

What’s for sale? 
What can I buy?

Dig down into the Earth,
Fill up and drink from your cup.
Have you heard?
The price of oil’s gone up.

What’s for sale?

Bodies for money.
Sell your body on the market,
It’s a brand new world of commerce.

Build an App.
Big Tech.

This would be cheaper
If I bought it online.
They’ll send it from a drone.
It’ll show up at your home.
Collect my data,
Won’t have to stand in line.
Human labor can be so expensive.
That’s why “savings” is my prime directive.
“Artificial” is a word of the past.

Biological.

I feel like they’re watching me.
It’s in your blood.
It’s in your food.
It’s in your phone.
It’s in your clothes.

Bullets.

Where’re you get that gun, son?
Daddy taught me how to use it!
Ooh la la! Blam! Blam! Pow! Pow!
They gave it to me free when I opened up my bank account.
Bullets. 

Where’re you get that gun, son?
Daddy taught me how to use it!
Ooh la la! Blam! Blam! Pow! Pow!
I got it for free when I graduated high school.

Stocks and Bonds.
I’ve got my money overseas.

“I’ve got inside information.”
--What do you mean?
“You really might want to sell.”
--To who and for how much?
“Don’t go downtown tomorrow,” he said.

And that’s when the buildings fell
Shhhh....

The truth lies in money markets.
There’s no truth.

There’s a body on the ground!
Leave it!
Somebody call the police, they’ll keep us safe.
Dead bodies out in the street, cops killed them right in front of me.