[INTRO] Mystic metric Pan Fryer said "let me set it" Static status claims never met it Past the mask Pan deaded debted Transcending can't be synthetic scams all fail, late stage cosmetics When the soul gets large and lucid Labels all look pathetic cartoons [VERSE 1] Branding people loyal, local, lowly little supporters That is ego doing office work with clipboards at the border Vanity will varnish rot and call the stain important But the deeper drink is different, clean and clear and more than gorgeous How many bodies, how many beauties, how many bouts of praise? How many nights of neon hunger, perfumed fog, fevered haze? How many conquests stud crown of coward hiding in the craze Till he wakes up in a winner’s room still longing for the maze [PRE-CHORUS] Pan Fryer laughing already everywhere, burned all ways through that Lapped that lucid loop Ran that rack Decades back still sometimes slips in fact Once you engorge the grasping ghost all that's left is getting fat [CHORUS] Transcendence dance the stars at level Drop cautious brittle counterfeit coy smile Let little bright eyed image golden split Transcending is past all of it Beyond the ego’s begging holey bowl There is a brighter way to sit No brag, no bit No desperate social script Just soul in synergetic swing And that is kingly, clean, and rich tell me if I am a shit I can't imagine it! [VERSE 2] Past ego there is no petty sorting saints from sidekicks No branding others as props, orbit, or sidled dish That frame fenced in the frightened For the famished fell slowly myopic In parallel the wise grow wider with out choral line under sea captives How many victories till life beg's "enough!" Answer with your blade drawn Enough to cut out what you intend to take home For appetite Forbidden proof fearing you might just fade Beyond enough felt mortal's hunger shifts The axis around which soul pivots is remade seek a wiser goal than being flattered, fed, and laid [HOOK] Wiser weathered goal Wilder synergy soul Cool the coal Brighten whole Wiser goal Wilder soul Past flex deserve control Authority in Harmony the way abundance comes to be! [VERSE 3] Resonating search for peaceful coexistence That is where ancestors shine Wisdom with vigor of the young in braided lines careful, Not to dominate the budding branch twist to help it catch the light, dodge sight Give the best chance to next to dance Though no one gets assigned divine Nothing promised Nothing owed No guarantee, no padded rail Still the sages spoke a signal Still the subtle bells prevail Buddha was not selling smoke Socrates did not derail Both kept pointing past the panic past the market to wilder male driven mad by perpetual unwinnable struggle [BRIDGE] Old oak for decades Young flame got weary Same rain kept falling One aim was precise Strong roots foundation Fresh bloom in spring Make room for patience Make boom boom boom Pan Fryer hammer pattern Lust his first tutorial Then the corridor got cosmic morale begets memorial Then desire is fulfilled It is retuned and made choral Then the mortal coil starts looking less eternal, less imperial are we really making a future with people killing people? [BREAKDOWN] Shed stillborn static script Sip a moment stillness Strip shtick first or face some wrath When the false falls off if The real has been thick Bright bright bright Mind goes white, or maybe red Not blank Not dead Just less uptight Clean mean clean Keen serene (keep serene) No crown at all but imagine halo [FINAL CHORUS] Transcendence dance the stars at level Drop cautious brittle counterfeit coy smile Let little bright eyed image golden split Transcending is past all of it Beyond the ego’s begging holey bowl There is a brighter way to sit No brag, no bit No desperate social script Just soul in synergetic swing And that is kingly, clean, and rich tell me if I am a shit I can't imagine it! [OUTRO] Buddha didn’t lie Socrates didn’t quit Pan Fryer lapped then quit the game Now he’s leveled past it Mortal coil loosens a moment Loose and luminous Transcending is lit Move your ass with it! And remember to be grateful for the ladies that put up with the bullshit I will straighten my shit out... when I am actually doing important shit. until then. this is the time I can relax in life. that balance is hard to maintain for people like me. I focus in like few others can. that's why I see ahead. I would lost it all if I didn't have maslow's hierarchy basically satisfied. same as anyone!
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