New lyrics for mental digestion.


Verbal expressions of sacred transgressions,

Hatred and confessions indigestion of blatant oppression,

Snakes and questions,

Herbal remedies to cure and disease and curse,

Submit this dosage to purify this deadly postage stamp composed by a frozen stance,

Inside a cell, a lion cage, maybe a crying sage,

This dieing age, crying rage,

Exposing these last dieing days,

Into an infinite maze, the penitent gaze, down a black hole,

Like trapped moles from an iron maze,

I'm vague like the plague,

Within this dream, the poet is into the shamanic expansion,

Of this panoramic invasion, like an underworld alien invasion,

Advanced relapse, plays my team back into a standardized version of the truth,

Hostility, is like a lost skill in me, this blatant will to be,

Survival ancient tribal rivals painted, tainted with defilement,

The reconcilement, of the climate to persevere through darkened corridor,

Metaphors of sharpened morbid doors, like medicine to the conscious thought feeding us strength hope and understanding,

These times could be like lean rhymes, lean rhymes was well spent, but I'm hell sent, but hell bent,

On an eternity of hells infirmary,

Frozen like bells ringing like the law of order, structure, rupture the fellow brother,

And watch him swell the shell of another,

Judges and grudges, into this darkness apart from this harshness, severe as an ancient ritual,

To protect the guided the divided, the climate of those who collided,

Polished logic, undertows of currents, forfeit to the realms torment,

I was always for the aggression, that usually returns the art of karma into a state of oppression,

I second question, this second lesson,

Stressing my lifes plan, am I a good fella, or just a ^%&*%^&% brillinat maniac with no direction,

My perfect perception see no escape from this compassion,

Is there an action from the subtraction of fiction,

Depiction with vivid meridians,

Add to the livid oblivion, within a course that will change for the worse,

The curse was more like a gift from law of operation that can't be explained…

Intelligence of every element is relevant
To balance the deepest oceans of tides
That divide and tie
Down the secrets of the souls devised
My brain was brought
To life from a train of thought
Rotted souls and dotted scrolls
Within a glass shot
A round of bourbon the flask dropped
The sounds reflected from the euphoria through towns of urban
I wear a crown like a turban
Intensify the exposure of the light that beams
To make the insight seem quite keen
Discipline the thought
So that the law of return
Doesn’t not thicken the plot
And come back like a seas saw that turns
Burns in an abyss of sacrilegious,
Blasphemous havens, these ravenous ravens
Aren’t worth a single sentence
I mingle critics
With a thought pattern
That brought Saturn
Into a extinguished mimic
Teaching the disciplinarian
How to reach the chairman
To formulate a plot that contradicts
Those that deny such common sense
Logically served to those who deserve these compliments
Like condiments in fables
If we’re able to distinguish surreal from ideal
Ideal being superficial expectations
Of a set back nation
Absolution being superior quality of half life…

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Guarded smiles
On the garden’s tiles
Of carefully implanted dirt
To spread the seed
Dead the greed within those wrongfully hurt
A song of sorrow
Would only make wrong tomorrow
Hollow within a bottle of vodka
Time travel as my mind unravels
This forest of pain
The gorgeous brain
Echoes lost souls
Inside this tormented strain
Those bled
Look like rose beads
Empty phosphorous eyes
Emerald green
Paint, shield the outside world
Of such a magnificent