SUPACREE has finally successfully switched bodes with DEADMAU5– DEADMAU5 ENTERS WEARING A SWARVOSKI CRYSTAL EMBROIDERED SKINTIGHT VINYL BODYSUIT AND MATCHING CUSTOM MAU5 HELMET what the fuck, dude. Look at you, jackoff You are jackoff. I am DEADMAU5! *Coordinated light show and confetti.* Is that vinyl? Custom vinyl. But the crotch is velour. You are sick. I am DEADMAU5 (more confetti and coordinated lights) Ugh. For Christ's sake. He's not coming. Probably better

If the wind blew down your door, How would I call for you? —Through her, I suppose And the silk of her hair, Or the satin of her dress, — Oh, it's almost admissible, Surely admirable, Worth a smile or not, That all the world is words, In the end, As I tear down my worlds, and start over from One And I've already stopped enough once for today, I think Surely, what you'd like is just The time to get it all to nothing (Never had I wanted it or needed it) The phone was

ST∆rT I'm tryna start a family, You're trying to start a War I'm tryna start a family, You're trying to start a War I'm tryna start a family, You're trying to start a War I'm tryna start a family, You're trying to start a War 0v3r. BPM: they don't really care about us. You look like a red light Standing in the friendzone, so Give me the spotlight I'll take over, t-over-over I want the limelight I'll show ya, s-show ya, show ya You can read a mind, right? Let's take

Why am I so angry? I've been praying, I've been praying It's been 1,000 days Been playing games, Nobody came to save you, eh? Hey, Are you okay? And the answer is maybe Maybe, maybe, mayday mayday I've been… Spending time, desensitizing Blind, been trying to find my mind | I've been, Staying inside, deciding How to run from father time (I am) I've been, Keeping tears inside my eyes, I'm hypnotized, I am the light | I've been, Staying up at night, And praying,

Our birthdays last a year-- Woah--thats awesome--! --and they're miserable. GOD. Happy Birthday, tomorrow I love you today —I love you asleep —I love you awake And when you wake up, the first thing I'll say is Happiest, Happiest Happy Birthday {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

A perfect world To find perfection in love; And to find love in everything... {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

COPYRIGHT PROTECTED INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY / CONTENT Ted, Ted, and Ted's accidental initiation into The Psychonauts began as a result of the friends, originally three Fraternity Brothers and Recent Graduates of UCLA attending festivals consistently together, each using various Mind-Altering substances to attract (“preferably female”) partygoers. Over the course of the series in short (often light and comedic) scenes, where the trio often stumble into reality-shattering situations by

I'm tired. I don't want to go to this. We'll be lucky if we make it there before the guest list closes. And if we don't? Then we don't? I got nothin but time. That's almost accurate… What is this for again? PR. Who's? Who cares! Just keep your head down. Just keep your head up. Come on' this is what you wanted. I wanted cookies. And—you got them. I got played. It's your play! It's your game. I know, I don't like it. Well, change it.

Okay—we're all adults here— (Everyone nods, yesses in agreement) —except deadmau5. He's like 5. I have a name. Does anyone care? Okay, ouch. Oh, he feels! ENDER BENDER ZIMMERMAN has the worst name ever. Lol. I drank a lot in the third trimester. He becomes a de facto villain— of course, because of his ridiculous name and of course, living in the shadow of his parent's fame and fortune. Who the fuck are his parents? JOEL Not it. Brand new

've been trapped in this tragedy; “What happened?!” I asked of the man, Who had to be tracking me, Damn. Cadences. It is that. Damn. What the fuck, Anandar Is in this acid?! This has to be the last of it “This can't happen again.” …But then it did, And then I ended it just listening to Dillon Francis? Skrillex? Which is it? I didn't plan this. I just happen to have hands, And I just happen to have crafted in my craft Spastic magic; Can't be

I'm not who you think I am; I'm not your little bitch to boss around– You think you own me? I don't owe you anything So here we go again Going, Going, Gone again I'm just getting started You were just, uh On your way? Goodbye, dearly departed Half a heart, or some odd I must have half a sword in here I'm half a God, But here you are I guess I should get talking then So call your mommy Run Call your mom on me, A soft spot on the blonded body Shot calling, wrong You're only

Tell me why The time Is speeding up Frequently, recently Do you see me? I see you in everything Tell me why (Tell me why) All these places, All these faces, All these eyes— Are mine, This time, this time— Sorry I'm Late Shazam You have a way, Of making me hate, making me hate, hate I have a way, of feeling ashamed Feeling the same way, same shit, new day Some things never change These are the ways, we are made (I was made to be famous) These are the ways, we are made

DIPLO, you dipshit. I told you. I had to! Now, we're fucked. We're not fucked— —you're all FUCKED— I told you. Welp, my bad. I hate you. No you don't. WHERE'S DILLON FRANCIS?! I'm not here. He's right here. That's not funny. Let me see— Fuck this shit. WHERE'S MY HERO? I don't know… YOU DO KNOW. I know music… I AM MUSIC. ...I know you. WHERE IS IT? ...I lost it… WHERE IS— THOMAS?

The first time he wandered into the storefront, I of course immediately avoided any direct eye contact, as I typically did with any attractive Caucasian male, especially in thick glasses—not that I noticed who he was at all before Nick mentioned it—and not that I actually did believe Nick at all when he did; I had immediately looked away, anyhow, and rightly so. “You remember that show Drake & Josh?” , asked Nick coyly, as the man exited “What about it?”

This isn't funny anymore Everything is Skrillex And nothing is Skrillex Everything is asinine And no one is Sonny Extraordinary sightseeing Nothing is normal Everywhere to escape to With a guilty conscience Bad credit karma Bad regrets and sad faces Always falling in love with our opposites More of the bad things, Less in good graces Everyone's a DJ I'm just a blind space kid A recruit wishing to be a cadet A teenager in the basement with a Two Tom drum set And no kickdrum Caught inside a

Idol//Icon I'm an idol I'm an icon Depending what planet you're on— I'm a God I wrote the whole plot And it's just getting started Haven't thought of the sea, since I parted it I'm the whole rock that you're spinning on Now, move among, Mohammed I'm the reason for your Ramadan I'm offline I'm an idol, I'm an icon Have you all on standby, I'm an idol, I'm an icon Have you standing in line I'm an idol, I'm an icon I get what I want I'm an idol, I'm an icon I'm a God I don't

I'm stuck in a loop I'm stuck in a loop I'm stuck in a loop I'm losing my mind I'm losing my mind I'm losing my mind I'm stuck in a loop I'm stuck in a loop I'm stuck in a loop I'm stuck in a loop I'm stuck in a loop— I'm stuck in a loop. . {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

It doesn't make any sense to be hammering directly over my head in the same spot for two weeks. There's nothing fucking left to hammer. At this point ‘ 100 % certain it's just more psychological fucking warfare— My new roommate is fucking evil and psychotic— The look in her eyes says she's being possessed by some other dark force, the disgusting, hanging belly fat sinking below her waistline a mark of the devil himself. Stil, by no maneuverable—my life is

GOD DID REMIX Oh you gotta love it Oh you gotta love it; I could take a minute to spit What God did— (But God doesn't) IMm⏱ I'm just not feeling it today; Not feeling l creative; I get sick of l getting sick and contemplating All the complications; Hm. I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes No hate in my heart, but got love in my mind Maybe I try to find Direct like to divine, if Money is time make, Both of em mine Gotta be my own boss, No matter what it costs;

LEGENDS What did you DO?! What did I do? WHAT DID YOU DO? DID I BREAK SOMETHING? I told you, they're evil! Can they help it? No, at this point, it's just cyclical. No. No. No. (Flashback) “You sold your soul to music.” CUT BACK TO: I certainly did NOT. Ahem. (Before) “I'll trade then.” WHAT? She did say that. I did say that. Well FUCK. What was HIS deal? I don't know! I don't think anybody knows. Joel would know.