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I took sweet refuge in the timeless
My guess, the only escape that survives in this climate
The lightning flashes a sky that was lightless
Shocking the pupils, distending the iris
The pacific will vibe like a guide to the migrant
Finding his tribe to deny his alignments
That Mississippi flood was a kindness
Mercy for the dryness, a temporary island
a binding, history will not respect boundaries
No matter how deep the Puget Sound sleeps
If you’re seeking the heat of a disastrous epoch
That needle drops, I’d rather be drowning
The free thought outlawed thanks to the meat stock
NPCs that please their master’s needs
Stop this game of chicken that we’re playing with humanity
Call upon the cavalry diluting all their faculties
They should be, let them take their leave from the war
Let them sip some mead from a horn
Let them get their rocks off so relentlessly in revelry
They’re empty, they can’t breed anymore
I’m ceaseless, it seems, in my need to be reborn
I’ll leave it to your creed to keep the score
I once aimed for genius, missed and hit a disappearance
From the very culture I believed I’d restore
The dragon’s a high that eludes the chase
And I move with grace before I use the brakes
And I’m a nuisance, faceless, that chooses haste
Sooner than I’d lose the chance to refuse the taste test
I assume it’s wasted, any advance that accumulates
Access to the truest havens, embassy is given and revoked
In the same sentence, the decade is behaving like its ten seconds
The vortex wants me again, the tug of war extends
As I’m given to all this stretching I see the end is where it begins
Faced with my distant past, I’d give it back before you kiss its ass
I’m spending all these moments in a highway trance
Where I wish upon a star that the arch will vanish
Embarking like Clarke, Louisiana purchase
The gateway to the west won’t heed its purpose
At its end is an ocean so far, so deep it don’t need no surface
As it frees the hermits
To a dark agora where no demon worships
Just reason murdered under thoughts distorted
The road of excess to a palace waitin’
For battalions whose weapon is imagination
You can turn the pages
written by a hand that endured the ages to observe the changes
Note the epiphanies and perfect phrases
And I’ll learn to say it to the worthy and patient
The lessons will be gathered in their fermentation
Distilling to a nectar as a pure libation
For the greediest beasts that will follow the host
And it’s clink, clink, clink, let me call for a toast!
Do you feed off the knowledge that we swallow the most?
Or do you hunger for a feeling that’s beyond what we know?
I’m wandering both, both paths both land both ends of the rope
I fend for my soul ‘twixt arguing gods on par with the monsters
That conjure a storm as they posture the law
The cost is the harm on the thoughtless and lost
Crossfire, crosshairs, all hung on the cross
It seems that the martyr is meat for the broth
The FoodNotBombs, for the meek that we foster
And the leeches we humor, we choose the same future
We’re in the same room, dude, we live the same truths here
The vortex wants me again, the tug of war extends
As I’m given to all this stretching I see the end is where it begins
My guess, the only escape that survives in this climate
The lightning flashes a sky that was lightless
Shocking the pupils, distending the iris
The pacific will vibe like a guide to the migrant
Finding his tribe to deny his alignments
That Mississippi flood was a kindness
Mercy for the dryness, a temporary island
a binding, history will not respect boundaries
No matter how deep the Puget Sound sleeps
If you’re seeking the heat of a disastrous epoch
That needle drops, I’d rather be drowning
The free thought outlawed thanks to the meat stock
NPCs that please their master’s needs
Stop this game of chicken that we’re playing with humanity
Call upon the cavalry diluting all their faculties
They should be, let them take their leave from the war
Let them sip some mead from a horn
Let them get their rocks off so relentlessly in revelry
They’re empty, they can’t breed anymore
I’m ceaseless, it seems, in my need to be reborn
I’ll leave it to your creed to keep the score
I once aimed for genius, missed and hit a disappearance
From the very culture I believed I’d restore
The dragon’s a high that eludes the chase
And I move with grace before I use the brakes
And I’m a nuisance, faceless, that chooses haste
Sooner than I’d lose the chance to refuse the taste test
I assume it’s wasted, any advance that accumulates
Access to the truest havens, embassy is given and revoked
In the same sentence, the decade is behaving like its ten seconds
The vortex wants me again, the tug of war extends
As I’m given to all this stretching I see the end is where it begins
Faced with my distant past, I’d give it back before you kiss its ass
I’m spending all these moments in a highway trance
Where I wish upon a star that the arch will vanish
Embarking like Clarke, Louisiana purchase
The gateway to the west won’t heed its purpose
At its end is an ocean so far, so deep it don’t need no surface
As it frees the hermits
To a dark agora where no demon worships
Just reason murdered under thoughts distorted
The road of excess to a palace waitin’
For battalions whose weapon is imagination
You can turn the pages
written by a hand that endured the ages to observe the changes
Note the epiphanies and perfect phrases
And I’ll learn to say it to the worthy and patient
The lessons will be gathered in their fermentation
Distilling to a nectar as a pure libation
For the greediest beasts that will follow the host
And it’s clink, clink, clink, let me call for a toast!
Do you feed off the knowledge that we swallow the most?
Or do you hunger for a feeling that’s beyond what we know?
I’m wandering both, both paths both land both ends of the rope
I fend for my soul ‘twixt arguing gods on par with the monsters
That conjure a storm as they posture the law
The cost is the harm on the thoughtless and lost
Crossfire, crosshairs, all hung on the cross
It seems that the martyr is meat for the broth
The FoodNotBombs, for the meek that we foster
And the leeches we humor, we choose the same future
We’re in the same room, dude, we live the same truths here
The vortex wants me again, the tug of war extends
As I’m given to all this stretching I see the end is where it begins
Category Music / Rap
Species Dragon (Other)
Size 120 x 75px
File Size 4 MB
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