quilium released their 3rd album human void CRASS JUNKIE on April 20, 2026. It is a collection of bedroom indie art-rock alt-rap darkwave.
ALBUM LYRICS:
01 Rough Drafting (with Froggy Z & Swift ONE)
(quilium begins)
We’re killin’ em all
Given a metric any metric
There’s no one can test this
I’m simply the bestest Lester
Your window dress is restless
Sweaty mess your quest is loveless
Can’t touch this extremely touchless
Rough drafting to maximize lasting
Capacity to damage massively
Bonjour
Conjure the meaning by analysis
Every anagram analagous
Can’t escape stage of paralysis
Where’s your head at?
What the practice is?
Who’s this throwing a fit
Get spit on by me is a gift
I bless you with these holy waters
Every time I speak this blissss
Call them unhoused?
Why not call the homeless homies
They were probably in the army
Who knows may have a family
What do you think genuinely?
I mean genuinely do you think?
Pour me another drink!
I’m off the faucet with this
No taking a leak
When you speak pretend it’s me
But I’m not listening
You cancelled your pass
When your ass turned a blind eye
To genocide in Palestine
And still you deny
And present yourself as if
You can take the high ground
Shut up you lowly trick and sit down
Rough drafting to maximize lasting
Capacity to damage massively
Rough drafting to maximize lasting
Capacity to damage massively
Rough drafting to maximize lasting
Capacity to damage massively
Phenomenology tautology
Copying all what oughta be
Seeing every different freak
For any freaking reason I ever see
Gotta be logically cosmonology
If you wanna be talking to me for free
Speaking of me I love to smoke trees
What about thee? Nah then we don’t agree
On the very basis of stasis homie I mean
I need homestasis to know what the basis is
If you restless come get a hit of this
I spit vicious because right now
You’re my only nemesis
(Froggy Z begins)
Rough drafting to maximize lasting
Capacity to damage massively
Keeping it real dealing with y’all
Check it out
There’s no hope for the masses
There’s no mass for the hopeless
Blissful ignorance ignores the fact
There’s no bliss
The blissfully ignorant believe there’s no list (Epstein)
Gas prices got me over a barrel
Lack of empathy has society feral
Government censorship is imminent
Human rights are being sold for a dividend
They want our intelligence limited
What do we do when the president doesn’t give a shit?
The one percent is running this
And we don’t have a membership
Why debate? there’s no debate
It’s easier to hate
That’s the system they create
But I don’t hold it I dump that
By saying fuck nazis and scumbags
And any fascist who think that it’s making a comeback
We’re in a war that’s not really a war
And nobody really knows what for
Nobody knows what’s in store
So everybody runs to the store
And witnesses the price of rice
Rise to twice of what is was before
These topics are important
But the news can’t report it
Lies and misinformation
Have views of our reality distorted
We thirst for truth but the machine makes kool-aid
And pours it
On the poorest and all on our armed forces
Everybody just ignores it
Battling against our own government
Is really what this war is
America’s not winning so much homelessness
And job losses
No hope for humanity
A bunch of lost causes
What once was lost can be found
Check the lost and found
Is the boss around?
Nope!
Now hiring
A leader of the free world
Ripe for the firing
Cock back
8 men begin firing
Now that’s inspiring
Rough drafting to maximize lasting
Capacity to damage massively
Rough drafting to maximize lasting
Capacity to damage massively
(SwiftONE begins)
I’m not in love with it
At times I’m quite pissed at the government
No food or schools
They spend the money on some other shit
So what with it?
Another war with a gun in grip?
Round by round
Every magazine on the same clip
President got us worried about a space ship
But the time won’t click if we get hit
Nuclear bombardment and that’s it
But we have to have a voice
We all can’t fit in the same hallway
Give me another choice
It’s all the same though
Citizens are just play dough
Every bomb that drops
Makes a heart stop
Sometimes it’s good to just sit back
Just watch
But if we can’t rise up
Then for a free people
Yup
Our time’s up
More than an abrupt awakening
Momma in the kitchen beginning to sing
Bullets wiz by and I wonder
What does time bring
02 I Don’t Know Why
Swingin’ from tree to tree
We can be anything that we want to be
We can see closer through the end of time
Keep up your hard earned work and
Sweep up all your hard earned dirt
See up all the fringes
That we can’t keep on pretending I don’t know
I don’t know
Know
Why
They insist
On taking
And taking
And taking
And taking
And taking
Taking us down
All the way to grew up’s field
Past an autumn fast
An autumn’s sphere
Talk alone to lonely fears
You come closer everytime
I said I
I don’t
Know
Why
They insist
On taking
And taking
And taking
And taking
And taking
Taking us down
I was leaving ocean breezes
Sweeping off the notion of Jesus
What you know of any season
Could we go out on believing
See them open toys
Ever after often boys
Can we even growing older
Growing older
Growing older
03 Argonaut
Dire forces in connection
With the effervescent lesson
We can see inside the stressin
With the local western dressin
I got more presence than the best
Specimens can spend their pence in
Argonaut
Decibel lessons
Decibel lessons
Decibel lessons
Whatcha call it
Their methods
Force
Force
Force
See
Give it up
For everyone
Who came around
And put it down
See
Argonaut
04 Art is Dead (prod by CHAD.)
Art is dead
Art is dead
Look I’m just in my apartment
Contextualizing compartments
Fragments of imagination manifesting
As if it were art
Art is dead
In 2026 pick up sticks you’re stoned
No one out here is fighting tooth and nail to the bone
I paint a perfect picture
I’ll stand and burn it with you
Art is dead
What does art mean in 2026
Nobody gives a shit
Cannot course correct for what the empire did
We’re in hell and that’s what we get
Until we dream up the perfect meme
It seems like only oil and guns beget power
Their hour is nigh
They can’t keep up their own supplies
When the beast is starved it will die
I paint a perfect picture
I’ll stand and burn it with you
Art is dead

