https://ditherer.bandcamp.com/album/hold-your-horses
https://pony.fm/albums/4243-hold-your-horses
https://twitter.com/DitherFuss

Surrounded by white walls, artist dream greatly
Live in color plus my heart is beating lately but it might stall
Send another, end the cover when the sky falls
I don’t want you living or your hype men or your fly dolls
Thundering storm overhead I’ve sung it before
Plunder the form, keep a crystal heart under the boards
Come to the mares, then I show em the wonder of force
And when the guards catch me at last I’ll be hung as a horse
Draw and quarter your last hopes of law and order
Board the train at pony plots and getting off on torture
A falling mortar on the beat, I live through last days
Killing time while I’m spilling rhymes upon a black page
My sanity I’m losing again, wanna battle
But they banish me to Luna again (...)
Make heads roll for golf, sell the organs on the bankroll
And sit at home looking at the wall watching paint grow
Sit looking at the wall watching paint grow
And faces that appear to me are laughing in the faint glow
Hope you like blood, you’ll get a flood before the rainbow
And people think it’s spicy and enticing but it ain’ t so, head is
Aching - pour out the laughter, shit is denigrating
Madhouse got new blood up in the rafters when I’m renovating
Stuck inside a game full of gold songs and crude spawn
Huffing the remains of the old gods that moved on
Scary pony shit would get avoided by the saints I mimic
Wait a minute rapping bout the shit you’re into ain’t a gimmick
Break a cynic, I am not a guy who needs to fake my image
Nowadays both games have equal skill so it’s the same decision
Rapping horse shit cus I’m a massive dick, pacifist
Don’t touch me or I’ll send you on an acid trip, “Ask a Dith”
Was banned by Tumblr staffers after half a min and now I
Tell police that shit was accidents or hacker kids or something

All my shit’s a masochistic sacrament to LUNCHMEAT
All my shit’s antagonistic, passionate on drumbeats
I sit at home looking at the wall watching paint grow
I sit at home looking at the - no - NO, HOLD YOUR HORSES!
Behold the chorus of the crying of the foals and orphans
Older forces like the flying of the dying worlds in orbits
Force fusion of the shit I made so far, uphold the dormant
Horse music - you ain’t try it ever but you won’t endorse it