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Spark En Masse
04:07
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Seasoned wordsmith on acid
Thinks a thousand feet outside the box
Throws their words down on the world
And they’ll all turn into blots
Greatest wordsmith of our time
Became colors just by thinking
But it seems reality’s allergic
To the taste of the lysergic
Pure reactions
Reaction
Pure reactions
Retraction
Fairytales produced in mass
Happy endings never last
Pure reactions spark en masse
We saw the present but we just passed
Greatest wordsmith of our time
Became feelings just by breathing
His new philosophies teach us not to fear it
And tracers are disembodied spirits
Pure reaction
Reaction
Pure reaction
Retraction
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Predictive Programming
02:45
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Consistently translucent communication
The messages came through frame by frame
Blurry 3 frame section shows a crowd throwing wreathes over your solemn convoy
Carrying with it the body of nobody but also of something deceiving
This was a premonition, somewhere between the broadcast and the button pushing
ESP
On demand
Publish a book to make sense of these irrational conclusions
Produce an essay writing down every scientific notation of this new logic
That which was once but a simple conspiracy theory is now universal law
Predictive programming gave me two more years with my spouse
Before she was reduced to fat from controller batteries
ESP
On demand
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(Mental) Blocks
03:00
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Now I wanna handle this without too much nihilism
But my mother didn’t raise me to treat a lady but to treat alcoholism
And come to think of it I view it all with cynicism
But this whole verse was just a rhyme to end with “euphemism”
Blocked
Blocks
Now a woman void of color paints a vivid picture it seems
She lays her brush against canvas land looking for something to redeem
But in my opinion it’s a metaphor for a search for self esteem
And to think I think of all these things while I try and make you scream
It’s -
Blocked
Blocks
Fortunate minds and the fortunate looking are doomed to a fragile future
It takes the piss out of the point when you pigeonhole the sutures
Held together by string that is more loose than yours maternal
You’re finally grasping the phallic fallacy that beauty is something eternal
And it’s-
Blocked
Blocks
Bongs, blocks, box, blocks
Will come down
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4. |
Could Be
05:51
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In every sore thought and tip finger vibe
Levitation feeling hides.
A suede pod light fills,
Full mouth, tongue wide.
There’s a hole in the wall
Where there stands a staring man
With no face and hands
But 25 foot tentacle glands
Is it just a metaphor for promiscuity?
It could be, it could be
Black mass hangs
Obscured blinds inside
Reflection sprung and displayed
Mounted, above head high
And when the tide cums
Will it gel with you?
And when dawn cums,
Will it stick with you?
Yes when the tide cums, will it gel with you?
And when dawn cums, will it stick to you?
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(instrumental)
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