⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING – SET LIST EIGHT (8) Set List Eight explores identity, disillusionment, fear, self-awareness, and the struggle for meaning amid existential fatigue. This set is not explicitly graphic, but it is emotionally intense — layered with spiritual doubt, emotional unraveling, mental confusion, and poetic despair. Across twelve songs, the lyrics confront feelings of personal failure, philosophical paralysis, societal manipulation, and loneliness — all without clear answers or healing arcs. Listeners may find themselves facing: Mental health themes (depression, disorientation, isolation, despair) Philosophical dread (meaninglessness, futility, fractured identity) Societal critique (propaganda, control, spiritual decay) Spiritual conflict and loss of faith Emotional exhaustion and internal war No physical violence is present, and no overt trauma or abuse is described — but the cumulative effect of these songs may be distressing for sensitive or reflective audiences. MENTAL HEALTH STRAIN & EXISTENTIAL FATIGUE Tracks like “Spinning,” “Down,” “Fear,” and “Sky and Light” center around inner chaos, numbness, and a deep loss of direction. In “Spinning,” the narrator confesses they’re becoming an “army of one,” spiraling into emotional and mental disarray. There's no breakdown — only slow, haunted unraveling: “I fight... my own insides / And all these memories I don’t want to remember.” Similarly, “Down” and “Fear” confront disillusionment and internal division — logic versus faith, survival versus surrender — and the recognition that sometimes the darkness is not external, but has lived within us too long to ignore. These pieces may resonate heavily with listeners in depressive episodes, recovery from emotional collapse, or those experiencing burnout, trauma processing, or long-term instability. SPIRITUAL QUESTIONING & LOSS OF FAITH Multiple tracks ask hard questions about God, purpose, and whether hope is rational or delusion. “Discartes,” “I Am,” and “Somewhere” are particularly heavy on metaphysical doubt and spiritual disappointment. “Discartes” plays with philosophical nihilism, questioning whether thought and identity even exist in a system that constantly deletes, reprograms, and forgets. “I Am” delivers lines like: “I am to their God what the Beatles were to Jesus.” The tone is defiant, even blasphemous, but not for shock — it’s the cry of someone trying to redefine what’s real in a world they don’t trust. “Somewhere” is quieter, but crushing in its loneliness — praying for a sign from above, searching for meaning that never materializes: “You know love is inside you… Somewhere.” These pieces may deeply affect listeners recovering from religious trauma, grappling with spiritual abandonment, or struggling with meaninglessness. SOCIAL & PHILOSOPHICAL DESPAIR “Playing Chess” uses war and chess metaphors to explore exploitation, manipulation, and spiritual defeat. The speaker realizes they’re a pawn in a larger, corrupt system — played by forces that don’t even follow the rules: “Some devils wear suits and ties...” The song builds from anxiety to resignation, culminating in a rejection of savior narratives and a personal decision to stop playing. It’s not a call to arms — it’s a call to survive by stepping away. Listeners who feel overwhelmed by politics, systems, or activism fatigue may find this track emotionally exhausting or painfully resonant. IDENTITY EROSION & PSYCHOLOGICAL COLLAPSE “Sky and Light” and “Thirty Seconds” articulate a sensation of mental drifting — trying to reach people, trying to express something vital, but failing. There’s a recurring image of language breaking down, of being trapped inside one's thoughts. In “Sky and Light”: “Every mind’s a piece of unmolded clay... Mine’s become trapped inside a maze of words I cannot explain…” “Thirty Seconds” is brief, frantic, and existential: a poetic monologue delivered in countdown form. The pressure to matter, connect, or wake someone up before it’s too late echoes across the set. For anyone struggling with creative exhaustion, identity loss, or neurodivergence, these lyrics may feel disturbingly familiar. EMOTIONAL EXHAUSTION & HOPE FADING Many pieces flirt with the idea of collapse — not as melodrama, but as erosion. “Listen” is about inaction and regret. “Timeless to Ten” critiques the lure of fame and hollow validation, suggesting it's better to matter deeply to a few than superficially to many. But even that hope feels flickering — the tone is weary, measured, and aware of failure. Set List Eight is not hopeless — but hope is weak, weathered, and gasping. WHO SHOULD USE CAUTION Avoid or approach carefully if you are: Recovering from depressive or suicidal episodes Dealing with existential dread or crisis of faith Grieving emotional collapse or spiritual loss In a fragile psychological state where introspection is destabilizing Sensitive to spiritual doubt, emotional isolation, or the futility of effort This set may intensify existing emotional weight. WHO MAY FIND VALUE Listeners seeking truth over reassurance Writers, thinkers, and artists exploring doubt or meaning Philosophically inclined audiences comfortable sitting with discomfort Those working through burnout, religious deconstruction, or emotional fatigue People who need their sadness witnessed rather than soothed TONE & INTENT Set List Eight is poetic, dark, and thoughtful — less about trauma than the long psychic erosion of living in a world that no longer makes sense. It doesn't scream or sob. It paces. It wanders. It pleads. It presses its forehead to the wall and tries to remember why it still breathes. There is beauty here — but it's dimly lit, shivering, and sometimes afraid of itself. Listener discretion advised. BOSS LOGIC SET LIST EIGHT (8) 1 Thirty Seconds 2 Pretty Fountains 3 Playing Chess 4 Sky and Light 5 Discartes 6 I Am 7 Timeless To Ten 8 Listen 9 Fear 10 Down 11 Spinning 12 Somewhere (1) THIRTY SECONDS I got about thirty seconds… To get inside your head So let us save the small talk For another time instead Now I have only twenty seconds left… To sew this little seed to try to Turn my belief into your belief How do I get you to see that Once you unplug yourself from your TV You can begin to make a difference To someone else, yourself and me… Uh oh…just ten seconds more… To let you know that there are Countless caverns Left within your mind Just waiting to be explored...

(2) PRETTY FOUNTAINS Yeah, we watch the world spinning ‘round and do our best to fit in But lately we’ve been getting that feeling That we’re slowly sinking…. Yeah, we’re slowly sinking… Spend our time wondering What’s left to believe in? We find we’re falling behind And searching for the reason Yeah, we’re searching for the reason…. Is it corporate greed composed by those Trying to sell us something that we don’t need Or else false gods from atop their soapbox they preach For divide and conquer Is a tried and true technique For the oldest lesson Taught and learned in war Is that battles are waged over ideas And your mind’s what all sides are fighting for Welcome to poor judgment theatre… I am your host You know everybody ‘round here Is pale as a ghost Taxation without representation Is what the baby boomers did to ma-ma-ma-my ja-ja-ja-generation… They stripped the green from the fields And carved the snow right off the mountains Hacking all with their spinning wheels To watch water flow from pretty fountains (3) PLAYING CHESS Burning up...Burning out... Sitting in an ashtray... With no way out... Walking in circles... Across hot coals... Something landed on my lap... What? Only God knows... This is some new sh#$... Highly funky... Caged like a monkey... Start by turning one key... End up as a junky… You may say highly unlikely... But you could end up just like me.... If you say yes... Would your life be a mess? It's anyone's guess... Well, life's like playing chess... Let me explain my life In a way that you can see it I'm fighting a battle I'm playing a game But I know I’ll never beat it So many moves though I proceed with caution While I’m weary of hesitation Each step must be wise... Just to escape total domination... In that there is no compromise All the devils have eyes... Some wear suits and ties... And tell dirty lies... Some things just won't die Someone watching From way up high Is playing chess with my mind And I think the general He wants me to die As he sends me to the front Of the battle lines I've been a pawn For far too long Even though I'm still fighting I don't know which side I'm on Every time I look behind me The general's gone I hear checkmate I now stand alone And half-way around the world Is a long way from home Somehow I was taken And played just like a fool And I was mistaken Thinking everyone plays By the same set of rules When I smash the board I'll free myself When I drop my gun They'll enlist someone else For I am no hero I've lost all hope Of saving mankind If I can save myself Then at least I won't be wasting time If I ever get that far Then I'll try to free the others One at a time Show them what to be weary of And all the warning signs For even on top of the world There are still mountains left to climb (4) SKY AND LIGHT I scared myself today When I saw the world In a whole new way Every mind’s a piece of unmolded clay And mine’s become trapped inside a maze of words That I cannot explain or write nor say We all live beneath the same sky Yet we don’t all see the same light Some see nothing but the summers sun While others look up at a winters night While waiting for the other shoe to drop unto the floor I've given up trying to make sense of anything any more For this stale air has finally gotten the better of me Had to take a walk outside to try to change my scenery Everything I have known has decided to play tricks on me My past is my shadow that no longer stands beside me Long ago we parted and went our separate ways Long before this whole mess started Before this city was set ablaze I scared myself today When I saw the whole world In a whole new way Every minds a piece of unmolded clay And mines become trapped inside a maze of words That I cannot explain or write nor say We all live beneath the same sky Yet we don’t all see the same light Some see nothing but the summers sun While others look up at a winters night Yes, I had to take a walk outside and change my scenery And hopefully bleed some new blood into me Escape from my surroundings and all of this abject poverty Provide my eyes a change and find something new to see I scared myself today When I saw the whole world In a whole new way I scared myself today Became trapped inside a maze of words That I could not explain nor write or say

(5) DISCARTES I hear whispers from the lost souls of man Questioning everything that I think that I am So I do not think therefore I am not… Part of the problem or solution Since my character no longer Plays any role in the plot It is then my mind reminds me I have no memory And there was something else… But I forgot Today, what is not needed it gets deleted Just as in ancient times When translated, annihilated Just meant defeated No, not just the soldier in retreat But his dog, his flag and his whole family I hear whispers… Voices unknown to me Hence I fall back into a dream-like state Looks like everything will have to wait Living in a dream… To wake up one must fall asleep Returning to reality… Close your eyes as the same process repeats Peace! (6) I AM I am to their God What the Beatles were to Jesus Independent thought Is the only thing that frees us Even chained to a cross I claim that you Can still get lost But not everyone believes this Noah floated in a flood And the reason was all because Humans are just like Viruses and diseases Just as peasants are to power As dangerous as weeds Are to a flower... And Brutus was to Caesar Living in the age of painted rust Sure looks pretty but do you trust That it would even hold your weight Or all those behind you trying to escape From all you corporate hypnotists Going around brainwashing little kids Almost too slippery it's so surreal The way I think and the way I float The way I vote and the way I feel Almost too good it should be destroyed But then again that would leave An awful lot of people left unemployed And we know they'd need something To kill time and fill the void Some choose crime over rhyme And Sarah Palin over Arundhati Roy Oh to be a master to many And a slave to none Won't you tell me all about it It sure does sound like fun (7) TIMELESS TO TEN Sure going viral might getcha paid and it might even getcha laid and make grandma need a new hearing aid “What'd ya say?” It might make you friends Send ya on an upward trend Spiraling high above the earth Until you find yourself coming crashing on back down again “So what then?” But by being bold and staying true Could and would you Call your life a failure If you find you’ve inspired the minds of just a few? Can't you see that it's better to be Timeless to ten rather than having fifteen minutes of fleeting fame with the minions They say a stitch in time It may save nine I say I’d rather be timeless to just ten Without regard or sentiment for or of public opinion I’d rather be loved by some And feared by none As opposed to reigning supreme Over any other living beings I’ve been thinking it’s better to use my powers to heal To try to unify and not divide us all up into different social classes Delivered from temptation Let me not yield For I’d much rather level the playing field Than to try to climb And rise above the masses (8) LISTEN Down on the corner Of Ocean and Demora I’ve seen a lot of drama My fair share of horror Sometimes you see it coming Or you’re hearing people running As you’re thinking ain’t that something That the prey has gone out hunting Though you’re not sure what it means You’ve fallen deeper in the dream Begin to question your beliefs Leaving others to plant seeds What will grow? What will grow? What will grow? It’s hard to know Sometimes it shows Other times it don’t show What do we make Of all these mistakes? Try hard, trying hard Keep falling on my face Down on the corner Of Ocean and Demora I’ve seen a lot of drama My fair share of horror And though you know that it’s a trap Your biggest failure’s not to act It’s too easy to look back Long after the fact Saying I wish I did this And I didn’t do that Inaction and indecision Leaves you full of things you’re missing And now it’s lost The gift you’ve been given You paid the cost No, you didn’t listen

(9) FEAR My fear is my friend So long we’ve been together From the beginning Until the very end Some call it other names Play their silly games Pretend they’re still the same Though facts remain unchanged You’re hearing two voices Coming from different places With two opposite choices As you find yourself now facing A separation of church and state In this case it’s your logic and faith One is gone the other’s been misplaced Lying in ruins and laid to waste Yet it takes dialogue and not debate To make whole again this fractured state We need common ground not lines in the sand For unity to be found in our fellow man With this goal in mind we must forge ahead While biding our time with our feet on the ledge Tight to our toes lies a precipitous drop But with our backs to the wall we cannot stop The daylight is dwindling As darkness draws near Every path towards escape Has circled back here I’m not alone… It’s my friend who comforts me… Fear (10) DOWN When you’re down That’s when they show Funny how They always seem to know A cloud of doubt Soon you’re all wet Burned out black out Less we forget Our history’s Full of regret What we pretend to be Sans our secrets When you’re down That’s when they show Funny how They always seem to know A man like me Teeters back and forth Between being benevolent And a fan of force Half of me believes There can only be One king of the jungle My other half isn’t deceived And keeps reminding me To stay humble When you’re down That’s when they show Funny how They always seem to know So… If you find yourself in a hole The first thing to do is stop digging What I’ve learned you will soon know You lose the right to choose when you’re begging Once you took pride in self-control Now you take whatever you’re given That warm smile’s turned frosty cold You’re making a mistake - this ain’t really living First find some sunlight Then you can grow Discover who and what you are Rather than keep it hidden Now behold The shooting star You’ve always been And always are! And now you know What before...you didn’t (11) SPINNING It is said that every body is a temple So surely somewhere in here there's a place of healing Lately I've found my hands folded and praying Though I'm not sure if I should be standing, sitting or kneeling I've been having the strangest of feelings But I can't quite put my finger on it Though I know there is a key unlocking and revealing That which I have been searching and seeking Still I have yet to lay my hands upon it In all of these -- my wheelings and dealings Perhaps I lent it, lost it or pawned it For this isn't how I planned it I've slowly become an army of one I'm beginning to sense that I'm surrounded As around and around and around I'm being spun And I spin... Seems I can't win Yet I'll die before I ever surrender So I fight... My own insides And all these memories I don't want to remember I can't lie... Or try to hide In this journey of mine to venture Into the very core of my mind Just to see what is at its center So I pry... From here outside Whenever I find a room with a chained door That I know still has yet to be explored One that some day I shall have to enter (12) SOMEWHERE A handful of empty promises all about a better tomorrow I’ve found them to be all hollow Leaving me here with just this sorrow Once I had all I thought I’d need But now I got nothing but memories It’s time to show me a sign God, let me know you’re up there… Somewhere Lately it seems my faith has somehow been misplaced I hope it hasn’t disappeared And that it’s still round here… Somewhere When the yellow sun is glowing way, way up high You could never expect to see any stars in the sky But you know they’re up there… Somewhere But it can boggle the mind just what goes on… up there Surely the stars still shine some places sometimes… Somewhere Yet where we come from and where we all go surely I don’t know But everything here had to come from… Somewhere It’s lonely in the dark on a cold night Feeling without an ember, without a spark Clinging to emptiness oh so tight Yet you know love is inside you… Somewhere Yes, you know love is inside you… Somewhere