Control the temporal flow With a telekinetic banjo Strumming a psychotic cello Down in the dense Congo, You've always relished the chase.
Sleep; child dream Your death will break the seams Illusionary rhymes reign supreme Pulsating within your bloodstream, Sanity; misplaced.
I have given you all; My soul, my black book, My undesired teacher taught How to dress souls In pretty bows And dolphin diamonds. A break in the poem Shows I mean business When you witness My fabled flawless Theatre dreamer.
Debt collectors red letter Telephone babbler Low income is your anchor Setting goals with this cancer, Don't you want reality erased?
"Bringing in the sheaves" A song dedicated to me? You find it hard to believe This prophecy I did conceive, Time is out of place.
The masses have congregated To pay homage To the loathing of humanities Segregated attitudes That make the malice mills Turn wheels of burning greed And your chants only feed Brutal pigs that wallow In faecal matter brimming with puss. What? You thought your actions were just?!
Paranoid laughter For your monetary enchanter Mankind's biographical author Cocaine and hookers, Snake eyes on realties dice.
The pavements turn to steam Your conscience cannot be redeemed It may sound bitterly extreme In the grandest of schemes, Guess it will have to suffice.
Fly to the stars Crawling on the carpet, Jacked up on fleeting memories Past, present, future, Misrepresented companies Of artistic values, Tis time oh paupers To rabble and ramble, Hold those banners up high, Your time has come to comply!