[CYPH4]
Ahead of the edipus weather,
Set up for venomous pleasure,
I never said it was clever,
A friend to menacin leppers,
Or men descended from never endin' pretending again
And rendered defenders of zen the enemy pendin'
Ingest the remedy dreadin levels ahead of me,
Never settle for less than the vessel set to eventually,
Enter the best of entities centered demented chemistry
Vengeance is the penance for men's commendable tendencies,
I've defended the symmetry with the legend defending me
Whether destiny measures the depth of hell in the melody
Jet propelling through interstellar fidelity
Settin' sail within the spectrum compelling me,
Tell a dream weaver he's the reason we can breathe ether,
Seated at the feet of these creatures born to believe neither,
Deceivers conceded to feeding to be the boss,
While the leader doesn't need it to be defeated and lost !]
Dead center ahead of enemy lines
From the grave of a cemetery mind
Come the slave of the cadence surrendering every line
Momentarily disabled manufactured back to rhyme]
Dead center ahead of enemy lines
From the grave of a cemetery mind
Come the slave of the cadence surrendering every line
Momentarily disabled manufactured back to rhyme]
[OFNAZARETH]
I walk slowly with the concrete melting under me
Constantly bewildered taking compliments as mockeries
A prototype, a poltergeist and hypocrites and oddities
Honesty forsaken as a number in this lottery
The letters were old, the letters were code
Disemboweled from the alphabet from breaking my oath
But then I had to find a way to delivery these terms
So I held the words hostage and released them in germs
Their turn,
My way,
Their thoughts,
My cage,
They run,
I write,
Their words,
My page
I never thought we'd make it farther on this ground
The thought of all their adjectives delivered at discount
We tried to fight it but the letters were in tune
They couldn't hide it cause the numbers were in two's
We had them hanging in an algorithm noose
But the letters had their way in a momentary truce well,
It didn't last it didn't get far
Cause the words were a victim of they couldn't count bars
Now we're lost in forever in a galaxy of stars
Cause INFINITY's a number with the letters at large
Their turn,
My way,
Their thoughts,
My cage,
They run,
I write,
Their words,
My page
I never thought we'd make it farther on this ground
The thought of all their adjectives delivered at discount.]
Dead center ahead of enemy lines
From the grave of a cemetery mind
Come the slave of the cadence surrendering every line
Momentarily disabled manufactured back to rhyme]
Dead center ahead of enemy lines
From the grave of a cemetery mind
Come the slave of the cadence surrendering every line
Momentarily disabled manufactured back to rhyme]
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