We got drugs, drugs, drugs. The kind that you can get if you feel all fucked up. Won't heal you up, but shit will get you buzzed, buzzed, buzzed, Got a shape, every cell in you will love, love, love. I said, we got drugs, drugs, drugs, The kind for when you're feeling any type of fucked up, Won't heal a cause, but it gets the right nerves plugged, So worth it, you won't miss the feel of love, love, love. I'm Doctor Corvid, From the 1500s, I'm renowned. I run an independent clinic on the edge of town. We check some boxes, make a profit hocking products, That run ads on channels your granddaddy watches. Expecting us to aid you, don't mean to fail you, but tough. We only let you in because your name's easy and you're pale enough. Whatever gets worse, you can afford not to feel it all, And figure everyone else's issues are individual. You're simple chemicals, physical laws, imperial causes, and I ain't here to tell you where your flaws is, I'm just a doctor. Never passed an exam for a degree, But I was the test proctor, so Listen to me You got money? I got relief I promise, honey, honest, it's nicer than on the streets. Ain't a deal, it's worth a pretty penny, Nothing good comes free. But with suburban insurance, You'll be leaving with all of these. We got drugs, drugs, drugs. The kind that you can get if you feel all fucked up. Won't heal you up, but shit will get you buzzed, buzzed, buzzed, Got a shape, every cell in you will love, love, love. I said, we got drugs, drugs, drugs, The kind for when you're feeling any type of fucked up, Won't heal a cause, but it gets the right nerves plugged, So worth it, you won't miss the feel of love, love, love. Now pay up, Feed the machine, forget you're getting fucked. Not enough? Still suffering? Stumble back, we'll double up. Fuck your guts up, your blood up, feel too numb? Double up. We don't give a fuck about you, We don't give a fuck, Just give us the bucks, Without you I still got thirty-one other suckered, tuckered out patients waiting for a script. Ya dig? Ya feel me? These things affect your memory? You thinking this is therapy? Why the fuck are you telling me Your job sucks, you can't sleep, you're pad's fucked, you can't eat, Don't see the point in telling me Just take these Be grateful there's a name for your disease And a sponsored bullet pointed list of chemical regimes. No stress. don't be depressed. we got a pill for that. Might slow you down a tad, but we got a pill for that Might make you nauseous, no sweat, there's a pill for that But don't you dare take all 3 at once, that causes heart attacks. We got drugs, drugs, drugs. The kind that you can get if you feel all fucked up. Won't heal you up, but shit will get you buzzed, buzzed, buzzed, Got a shape, every cell in you will love, love, love. I said, we got drugs, drugs, drugs, The kind for when you're feeling any type of fucked up, Won't heal a cause, but it gets the right nerves plugged, So worth it, you won't miss the feel of love, love, love. We got drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs We got drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, Drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs, Side effects may include, Memory lapses, gas and bloating, cracking joints, cramps and stress Lethargy, nausea, halitosis, rash, dizziness, IBS Fatigue, easy bruising, eye twitching, slow healing, difficulty eating, shortness of breath, Hypertension, restless legs, depression, stupor, and possibly death. Hope I ain't scaring you. After all, this is America. We're taking care of you. Believe me, Doctor Corvid's taking care of you.

(All things fade eventually) (All things face the entropy) (All things fade eventually) (All things face the end) Have you heard? They're leaving us all to the birds? I caught word, someone decided we're cursed No mind for concern, Choking lights that should burn But that's how life goes after the light show Inhale your first breaths, and spend it rifling through trash At the tail end of the planet, Rising from ash. Something vanished Can you grasp it, what happened? Did it matter? When you had it? Did you plan this? Can you manage? The status is blown up The party's been shown up, Poll lines slow up, To vote boxes closed up Take on the plague later, Who gives a fuck Stay in my echochamber, I already know enough To detach, more time for me, And less to pay, We assume we're all immune in cozy homes to stay, As i'm tapping sappy ads for a corp cutting corners And canning our unlucky mourners You better run, run, run, As it all comes undone We are remains Of a pain that survives our mortal time You better shout, shout, shout, Get it out loud now, The rot's alive Decay is an extant form of life Ungrateful, hateful, irritated Faded labels, we're the jaded, Long awaited generation Of deflating labor Long awaiting paper Taking flames from lazy laymen Stay at home creatives, Making grave claims, all baseless, frustration Speaking from cellular inflammation Flicking tweets, filling feeds with fradulent information But nah, bye, I got more on my mind, This is not the calm before, we're in the storm, welcome to the eye Bitch your heart out, peons, In glitching burnt out neon, get your read on, Never speak on, Sound bytes you all lean on It's gotta be all of these water quality problems causing these Chemical lombotomies, Fed prop modus operandis, Fucking us up Won't bother me, even, I'm on it, believe me, I go all in, deep diving, While you're asleep, i'm wild in on a beat, Mixing a vibe, you feel it? But honestly, I'm an anomaly, Self-destructing messenger novelty, Bound to blow in 3, 2, 1 , so You better run, run, run, As it all comes undone We are remains Of a pain that survives our mortal time You better shout, shout, shout, Get it out loud now, The rot's alive Decay is an extant form of life All things fade eventually All things face the entropy All things fade eventually All things face entropy All things fade eventually All things face entropy We exist exceptionally To the reality Of unending entropy

We got freedom on a string, spring-loaded trap cages. Up and up hacks, no mask on the plague. We are the rot where the empire lays. It's the end of an age. We got cash for the rats, tanks for the pigs We got homes for the banks but none for you to live We are the vandals at our own gates Welcome to the Byzantine age. Haven't you seen? Look where we've gotten Our aqueducts are rotting, The have-it-alls are hoppin, With Pestilence upon us, Our interventions flopped, Our mercenaries got us, Our reputation's lopped off, Culture's up to green lights Execs cover up the deets, Brain damage our gladiators, But fuck em if they kneel, right? Trapped in algorithmic reality, this aint real life Damn, all scams to me, that's what it feels like Seasoned leaders hedonist retreats to the ether On down low adrenochrome from the dow jones meter. When i say, "they don't give a", you say "fuck" They don't give a fuck about you. They don't give a fuck. Saying pick up your ball, go home, turn in, go to bed, Time called, look at that, not the best, But we just beat Rome's world record in collapse% Decaying market death cult strat, hellbent. Freedom on a string, spring-loaded trap cages. Up and up hacks, and no mask on the plague. We are the rot where the empire lays. It's the end of an age. We got cash for the rats and big tanks for the pigs Homes for the banks but none for you to live We are the vandals at our own gates Welcome to the Byzantine age Our gods already fell from grace Welcome to the Byzantine age Our False Prophets all fall flat faced. Welcome to the Byzantine age Republicans or democrats, The party's is where the cash is, Play away the game, give a damn how the trash is, We'll kick you to the alley we coat in spikes with taxes, Pick out the baddest apples and hand em all guns and badges, Get ravaged, then get billed for the privilege to survive, While corn syrup drunk sick and oxygen deprived, There's ashes in the air, lead in the water, blood in dirt, There's asses who don't care to bother to put in the work, These private jet born pricks ain't done shit Tellin' you to live life right while they do drugs and fuck kids, The game's fair whether you're rich or pale Pick your class, monopoly, player, or go to jail. We're an empire of stars and blood and fire, We hold freedom higher than your reach, Up for hire by the winners, the spinners of a web around a lie The victors all decided it's cheaper to let you die. We got freedom on a string, spring-loaded trap cages. Up and up hacks, and no mask on the plague. We are the rot where the empire lays. It's the end of an age. We got cash for the rats and big tanks for the pigs We got homes for the banks but none for you to live We are the vandals at our own gates Welcome to the Byzantine age Our gods already fell from grace Welcome to the Byzantine age Our False Prophets all fall flat-faced. Welcome to the Byzantine age

They want it sweeter They like it sweeter They grind you down to your finest powdered ether Maybe they're high on the stuff, or They just wanna suffer If they ain't trying to fight it, no, I won't either Sweeter (They're lost) Sweeter (They've fallen off) Sweeter (I think they're done) Sweeter (Come beam me up) If you're there, i've seen all I need to see. If you're there, I'm here, with no reason to be Oh God, I'd be feeding them directions, (ineffective) but no shot at keeping their attention (it's so hectic) They spin their cotton heaven on a sugar mill Keeping some, fermenting what they couldn't kill They built a cloud Out of silicon and words, Shouting louder, 'Bout it splitting, gone unheard They want it sweeter They like it sweeter They'll grind you down to your finest powdered ether Maybe they're high on the stuff, or They just wanna suffer If they ain't trying to fight it, I won't either Sweeter (They're lost) Sweeter (They've fallen off) Sweeter (I think they're done) Sweeter (Turn around, run) Every shape of grain they made they can classify, but (precise) They see every shade of grey as black or white Waste time with sweet phrases, affirmations, few the same Found a god a thousand times, And fight over its name (shame) So let them eat so much cake 'Til they're overloaded Tell em their brains ain't making serotonin, (we don't give a fuck) They built a cloud on a tower, Now they're sated, Save me now, These clowns aren't gonna make it. They want it sweeter, Only Sweeter They're out of simple sweet solutions they can eat up, Oh, their acts callous enough, Facts aren't valid enough, Fractured artifact of a past Where they had it all, Sweeter They like it sweeter They'll grind you down to your finest powdered ether Maybe they're high on a buzz, or Can't see through the fuzz, but If you're looking for life and you find Earth, Leave it. Oh you won't believe it (leave it) No trust me, you don't want to see this (i mean it) They could save it. They could make it But the pill they gotta take it ain't the sweetest

I used to have hope, I used to feel bright So I chose to try to open up my third eye Find happy patterns you can see in your mind Then all the sadder ones you meet over time. Tarot card feelings shuffle up way out of line, From various kinds of these fools full of it Star chart reading mundane days in the life I'm sagittarius, I can see through bullshit. Self-help money jerks sell funny words, For souls that only search for material worth Forgetting everybody walks on the same earth, All birthed from a tame rhythm it turns We're a microcosm of macrocosmic equations Byproduct of our circumstances told to be the agent. Here as the world dances, out of explanations, Never patience for these sentiments, they hate it You think I'll take it When you keep punching down, down, down Slinging flames out In ways you keep all roundabout. Messengers tread lightly, They won't take you kindly. You'll go back to don't mind me And tune out, out, out You know no one hears enough. Being a voice for what you must is such a tiring way to run. No you won't unsee enough. Seeing the void for what it was is just the price of waking up. Out of my mind, down in the grind, I can't get a chance to pass out flat, I ain't got cash for therapy or a class, Fuck that, I need a dab and a 20 hour nap, A day and a half fast and a triple tab of acid, Trip on that, talk with god, and come back happy. Whatever the fuck way I define "happy," I can't process life and life keeps on happening, The world's fucked and making sense is maddening. God damn. But back to rhyming, We're all just fucking keeping up and putting all our time in. Get a fucking nickel back when my tax is putting dimes in Handing bills to feds, for them to cover all their crimes with The world is dissonant, you just got to vibe with it, Bottle all your thoughts, wish each other luck hiding it, Even if the possibility might exist Keeping your sanity here's a dying wish. You think I'll take it When you keep punching down, down, down Slinging flames out In ways you keep all roundabout. Messengers tread lightly, They won't take you kindly. You'll go back to don't mind me And tune out, out, out You know no one hears enough. Being a voice for what you must is such a tiring way to run. No you won't unsee enough. Seeing the void for what it was is just the price of waking up. You know no one hears enough. Being a voice for what you must never a perfect way to run No one sees enough. Seeing the void for what it was it wasn't worth it, waking up.

Hello Homo Sapiens x Neanderthalis, Another day of faking that you got it You're following the patterns but be honest, There's an ideal way to be and you are not it. Those who know most keep looking for where to start it. Those who seem to get the least can afford to go the hardest. You got a missing piece where the superhuman heart is, You gotta borrow your opinions of what art is, Divide time define lines strange ways we use it With bloodlines by definition 3% inhuman. Your beast's rough grip feeling like you're bound to lose it, The times keep changing and you can't see through it, You're drinking fructose, mixed with booze though, Where'd those brain cells that you used to use go, Smoking uppers hoping something comes around To suffer with you at least, As a buffer from your inner screams, Not what you need. Fallible, animal, systems, if-thens Two thumbs two feet, Too dumb to see what tricks them It's insane, you let the wild tame you Explain you away, but I can't blame you No revealing a meaning, Cause and effect and nothing more. You're just a being of dealing With your whatever came before. It's insane you, Let the wild tame you But I can't blame you I can't blame you Hello Homo sapiens domesticus, What luck, Born to bigger boxes than the rest of us, What waste staying safe in plain spaces, No sidewalks, just bright lawns and wide pavement, A cage for solitary containment, making your brains itch, All this air of mundaneness, they were raised in Wheels on pods, vacuum-sealed sanity, Cut the feeds all off, value ideal vanity Bigger seats, bigger screens, bigger means, Bigger gaps between seams, with no lack of these needs Compartmentalize every bit of noise, The only thing to do between being bored and annoyed We build farther apart, playsets in green yards, With one on em, but all the neighbors got em Everything in your environment beckons you to sit Where you feel you never fit, 'cause everything's too fucking big Fallible, animal, systems, if-thens Two thumbs two feet, too dumb to see what tricks them It's insane you, Let the wild tame you Explain you away but I guess I can't blame you No revealing a meaning, cause and effect and nothing more. You're just a being of dealing with your whatever came before. It's insane you, Let the wild tame you But I can't blame you I can't blame you Oh, nothing new, nothing new, Nothing else that you're able to do, Oh nothing new nothing new, For you You're cause and effect, at best Sequence of if-thens in pre-programmed sets Cause and effect at best, Say we're only human but being human is stress Fallible, animal, systems, if-thens Two thumbs two feet, Too dumb to see what tricks them It's insane you, Let the wild tame you Explain you away but I guess I can't blame you No revealing a meaning, Cause and effect and nothing more. You're just a being of dealing With your whatever came before. It's insane you, Let the wild tame you I can't blame you I can't blame you Oh, I can't blame you You're just a being of dealing with your whatever came before Cause and effect and nothing more than that Ooh, if-thens in preprogrammed sets, So I guess I can't blame you, I can't blame you, I can't blame you

(Yeah, I got nothing to say anymore just some hooks to burn and bars to make 'em worth it.) I ain't gotta be a legend, I ain't gotta be the best I just gotta be better than you And that ain't a test Whatever I do Is better than you and all the rest I settle in grooves Make mad moves While you do So bad at what you do, You're mad you can't come through You're just so bad at what you do, What you, what you, what you do So bad at what you do, You're mad you can't come through You're so bad at what you do, When I tear in, you're gonna stan it, Generic beats apparent ButI get enough shit right and you can't so can it, My Vibe brings miracles, Your Prime is terrible Me? Incomparable. You're fucking unbearable. It ain't fair at all, I couldn't care at all, I'm here to bear it all, About to bury y'all But I'm a team player, So I'm a carry y'all now Like team slayer on burial mounds Peons in the meritocracy, All I gotta be is petit-bourgeoisie, Nobody doing what I want to see, I got the means, But don't leave that all to me. I'm born, alive, and I'll die small town Low key, no need to be hunting trophies Now I just got my iambs down Now y'all want fucking trochees? Agh I ain't got to be a prophet I ain't got to write deep I just got to be spitting the shit that won't put you to sleep Whatever I do is better than you'd ever conceive I settle in grooves, make mad moves while you do So bad at what you do, You're mad you can't come through You're just so bad at what you do, What you, what you, what you do So bad at what you do, You're just mad you can't come through You're so bad at what you do, I ain't got a target demo should have thought of this sooner, I'm tired of millenials and too old for zoomers, Boomers call me babyface and babies call me boomer My socio-economical generation is LOSER Are you feeling sorry for yourself? Your gear is better off in a box on a shelf In the back of that shack by your folks' side porch. I raise bars standing on a floor made of yours. Godlike flow in my verse-hook palace, Chop like I'm at a boggle tournament in Dallas, (salaD), noun, the shit you make with words. I'll provide examples of its use if you prefer But be sure, I'm a dealer of fire and fire accessories, I reach higher and higher obsessively When I spit lines, I do it festively, You'll never get to me. I ain't got to be a winner, I ain't got to be a pro, I just got to be better than you at putting on a show, Whatever I do, is better than you could ever know, I settle in grooves, Make mad moves while you do So bad at what you do, You're mad you can't come through You're just so bad at what you do, What you, what you, what you do So bad at what you do, You're mad you can't come through You're just so bad at what you do, Play a card, talk your shit, The attacks are free, It ain't hard to find me, I reach land, air, and see, Bars like 5g, spread fast like disease, Click here to get the facts about COVID-19 You're so soft you get it from a vaccine, Clout starved, want to act mean to me? Even when I ain't been relevant recently I'm such a nobody that aces want to sleep with me How about you act like you're sworn to secrecy And shut the fuck up for once and take a listen, please. I'm 5'2" but I tower on em, When I do, I'm on top, and when I'm not I powerbottom No lack of tracks, for this act, I diss, You're mad serious, I'm doing party tricks, Feeling bad? You're ridiculous I'm having fun with shit And I'll be at it till I'm done with this I ain't gotta be a legend, I ain't gotta be the best I just gotta be better than you And that ain't a test Whatever I do Is better than you and all the rest I settle in grooves Make mad moves While you do So bad at what you do, You're mad you can't come through You're just so bad at what you do, What you, what you, what you do So bad at what you do, You're mad you can't come through You're just so bad at what you do, Oh, you're just so fucking trash. You're just so fucking bad at what you do. Get good.

Yeah, I should probably call it a night, It's getting late, But I'm on a roll with these takes, I could do this all day, Let the beat play I am not organic, no I am not mechanical, I am raw aether incarnated, If you care at all, Fast as a bolt Last like a rock I am undying, Eternal, I never stop. That's right, I'm on the clock, I'm a couple hours over but I'm the one callin shots, I couple days late, but I can't get docked, For my pay, cause like my name, I'm a freelance boss. I do what I love, but I hate what I done, and I Love that I can hate it as much as I wanna. So I hate what I love, and I count myself lucky, When push comes to shove, I say don't fucking touch me Let me stay in bed today I'm comfy, Lemme delay some plans, gotta catch up, see, I'll be hunched, feeling fucked, skipping lunch, sleeping hungry, Work-life balance, how bad have I done thee, Holy fuck, I need a sec to focus up, In a rut, I'm running in and out of fun, With tedium, medium skill grub work, But I made it through the plague so, Could be doing worse Still I'm fueled by raging misplaced hate, The world's a stage, call the curtain, cut the counterweights, Polar vortex freezing and the forests ablaze, My form's lost all meaning, so ignore the decay I used to have sharp wit, it's dulling, now I'm dumb I took a stark dip, head's buzzing, eyes up, My stunts don't match the way I vocalize em Like a low budget anime localized dub, I ghost saps that spam my notifications. My brain's out of space for names and faces Ain't away to places like I once tried to, Scrambling to manage my shit just like you. I'm a deep cut 'til the algorithm recommends, Try to keep up but too late to trend All my crew burned out or got better friends, Or made me wanna swerve out, I left 'em on read, See colleagues, self-occupied and undependable Like everything else alive, I'm expendable But in spite of that, I crank up the decibels, Inaccessible, incomprehensible, But best of all I'm on a sheer vibe electrically, Bright-eyed peers ain't making sense to me No trajectory attitudes affecting me, Are you doing fucking underwater basket weaves Crafting vases, in classes for pottery, I make a habit outta winning lotteries, Min-max optimizing, I gotta be, But I'll do another take, nobody's stopping me From sunrise to sunset, I'm in my notes planning, What your bosses, tax guys, and landlords manage, And god damn, it's done some damage, The one dumb fucking type a that that keeps me at it No doctor's note? I'm back to work. Being nice drove me broke, I'll be the jerk. Turn your blocklist on, keep rhyming them words, Keep trying them turns of phrase they never heard Show me a nonbeliever, I'll go convert 'em. The world is over, we're too numb to be hurting, There's a new era open, so we better start learning, Churning our minds, hoping peace before we burn up All I can do is talk, right now. I can diss, boast, and balk about how You talk the talk like y'all also walk like clowns While I'm all caught up in what I write down And I'm back at jabbing at the ego, Self-centered but whatever, You're already here for me though, Never been the best role model or hero But I've said all this already, you're like "we know!" can't right my life with a go fund me Gotta grind so much it ain't funny Not done when I rest, no rest when I'm done, see Work-life balance, how bad have you done me? I am not organic, no I am not mechanical, I am raw aether incarnated, If you care at all, Fast as a bolt Last like a rock I am undying, Eternal, I never stop. I am undying, Eternal, I never stop. I am undying, Eternal, I never stop.

Did we really have it coming, I swore we were onto something It won't add up it don't add up. Are you happy, did you get youre fun in? Cause when it scatters, get to running, It all ends up, it all ends up, dust just dust It's not gonna stop all at once, The way that we're burning, Some of us can't just give up, They keep the gears turning, No, God doesn't want us to die Like all of you who'd never try, Quit looking for signs, They took up our time Is it right to be so worried If we've already seen the worst Should we try to act so worthy Of this thing we couldn't get to work? We're the dirt and we deserve it, Not just those of us who never learned Is this the end of the world? Then how come I still feel it hurt? Why ask if you don't want the answer straight, I won't blame you if you don't relate, I can't either. There's apps telling us to take a breather When there's no more air, no will to breathe for Oh, we're at the end of an age, But I know all things have to fade Eventually, so quit telling me, I know enough, No one's getting sleep, But no one's waking up, We're fallible animal patterns Or electric bug swarms from Saturn In a place where the waves make this matter, Feed our eyes what drives us madder So is it right to be so sure we've Already seen the worst Should we try to act so worthy Of this thing we never got to work Are we cursed, do we deserve it? not just those of us who never learned? It's not the end of the world, if we're still here to feel it hurt. Still here to feel it hurt Still feel it hurt stuck in place and enraged, Who am I, who am I to say Fight it or or shy away Who am i, who am I to say Is there a change we can make, that would save us, maybe Who am I to say Who am I, who am I to say, Who am I, who am I, who am I, who am I

El centos Deuk linom Sehom por dercuom El hengos an dzomis Qos kan’n dievis kelom Reiiapi tenpom, Speliapi moi nom, Lezmi diehmom Kehdmi segamha, Dehtzi hoiuom ‘egmi heznts a hezont, Hooqs a ‘epseront, Duos maness por moi verzont ‘egmos qeront Ne levs de sengwos brevhonts Ne edvod devhont Qermi krkrens ntmheis krbeis Skrclevponti udames usom srkist Cer q gwel vihinno peterens krkrnti Tui hezess berst voqm, akasu sengwianti Leidmi strengess, Qermi petress Vihi-hecros berenti sezmnem Tio, specede’tis Nesemisko dercesi Si cleviasi, moi hchovciési Mio dehtzi bhudm, spieviami su’rom Qerimes salm d'zomis pos di'mé usm Moi nzenhioms ne cmheidtna, ne gwestna udupo Vesmi vesontm vesontis vesontei pos Dehtzi bhudm, dehtzi su’rom Herzntom q herzuosom leidiami pos Asmi clevos ngvitom, ne gwestna udupo Vesmi vesontm vesontis vesontei pos ('smi 'sontim 'sontis 'sontei pos) Ip drecont ne’snt veidont, ne veidmi veq’n tei qos ('smi 'sontim 'sontis 'sontei pos) Pehcmi hélinno sentis Skendm upo terp’n de svelo upogveihis Hordm mio grehberontom, Qerm mio gehvontom Udo tensm, Heimontens ‘nspeisontm Hecsos asnt trei, Ad pedr doliami Katens steliam, Bhervsan ple doliami Decont sezm, decont iek, Dolont obet, zabmi spe’m Skreybhm dlong vorsm ‘en tio ‘eshris spelm Ne ‘sm d merosom henterom, ‘mio veidsi Vihi, vert, ghreb, ‘eg tehgtrom bhuhmi Hretehm hecros qos Tu ne derciis. Q ip ne beriam ‘ec, Tei vesuos qeriis. Levhmiéstna Cntess ‘asnté ‘nserk Krus, akasu, hiev, Vihisavhmens skern Cerds morbolos, siu sovhmos Upo clev per tio, nito ne optromos Mio dehtzi bhudm, spieviami su’rom Qerimes salm d'zomis pos di'mé usm Moi nzenhioms ne cmheidtna, ne gwestna udupo Vesmi vesontm vesontis vesontei pos Dehtzi bhudm, dehtzi su’rom Herzntom q herzuosom leidiami pos Asmi clevos ngvitom, ne gvestna udupo Vesmi vesontm vesontis vesontei pos ('smi 'sontm 'sontis 'sontei pos) Ip drecont ne’snt veidont, ne veidmi veq’n tei qos ('smi 'sontm 'sontis 'sontei pos) 'asmi 'sontm 'sontis 'sontei pos