[Intro] Alphabets of sounds of nature. [Verse] Zoo kanoe knowa noah's ark of the covenant, praised fire of pushed conceptions, Moo ja bru knowitall mighty reverant, praised fire of desire's inceptions. Yes I said, to be paid, yes dressed as a maid, fired between instrument of conceptions, Jesuit suits and ties, nah just homemade, incense burned to seek my own directions. X-Rays of Man Ray's abstractions, so surreal for real, Blind man walks on the piano, piano! Death-rays of womaniser's contractions, water under the bridge, nah just gets higher, piglia!...no!!! What ideologies should I follow, the collection of all that was made based on me? Who created these ideas if not you, me, us or they, or past me's, wait just pass me... [Chorus] Z to W. [Verse] Visionaries of dictionaries both binding to the explanations of simplicities, such complexities, Missionaries of what would beneficiaries of complexities of amenities, such as these… Understood through the roots of what would be the brain of Magnesium, Under, Stood, Through the Roots, foot shoot over a magma colosseum. That would some shit you've never seen, that recalls the placements, complacent to, That which come hits dove sever clean, that would be a chair of nobody to. Souls of my killing through what would be the sacrifice of times arcane, Sols of my mind through killing would be the sacrifice of all domains. [Chorus] V to S. [Instrumental Solos] [Verse] Rizla ready for a dip of vapours of fossilized eruptions, horizontal cum stains, Fizza tsa pedi for a dip of flavours from concoctions of the chaos strains. Questioning the next idea to be inserts of layered beams, or it seems, Deafening of definitions to be Zero DB, fong kong diablo, check seams. Poisoned carcasses of history forgotten, the mind wonder, and ponders, Poisson du riz, smile for me, no form, ru yi back to thee, search, slanders. Oppression of obsessions of my processed possessions, sessions on sessions, Opus Mundi El Ama Ti, Ti Ama Te, willy wanka danka danka, missions and collections. [Chorus] R to O. [Verse] Never seen Night of bean, Near nothing, Masters of my scene, manifest my machine. Lost in your land, find her! Lined up! got her! Kosher, kos, you and her, Of course Off coarse, Just a jazz jizza, Izza piza, joints pleaser, Inna quickie injection, incrementally to easer. Hope to heal the hair, half of life's not fair, Getting better and better, gotta go getta, Find the finer in thee, fill and chill some theta, Everything is even, eve be alright, seedling of the evening. Death domes to all of thee, well Obviously, Catch a fish with your wire, corned tire, correctly. Bilateral comprehensions of the other, we are one another, go bother brother, Acceptance of being a human, applesauce of asses. O father. Other….Wise…. [Chorus] N to A. [Instrumental Solos] [Bridge] As I become Catatonic of Deaths to my Ethers, Finding gods of heroes intertwined in the jackasses of kitsch landing on mounts, messages of netherworlds from openings of progressive quests relinquish states of togetherness uniting times of vanquished wars Xenophobia young yonder’s zombies. [Outro] Alphabets of sounds of nature.
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