of revolution read the book of revelations holes in the ozone irrated and empty the tremendous speed of the process of evolution when you encounter a cosmic celestial vision
if you let them They'll be dodging more than quiddles when the bowel breaks Note the affiction slip clip to your little visions into cloud shapes Oh my
we all float Pennywise in the gutter I'm stealin the boat Let it go to the rhythm my vision is so ghost Vision is so ghost, my vision is so ghost [Repeat
with the black Polo Outfit, house bitch you dumb Deaf, blind, can't rip a rhyme MC's lines is empty, I'm unfriendly The Art of War horror-core slaughter
thought sleeping or dead would ever approach his vision Even in his deepest dreams Or his most lasting death Because I had heard of such plans such visions
And gazing at inky black sky Serpent shapes Moves of your hands The mind is burning Drowned in carnal desires Inflowing pictures Visions of dead world Fancy visions
solace in this world for a widower to find Slender the shape in night, unbearable the beauty Shining in the silvery light, watching me with wistful eyes Evanescent this vision
Exit the light, into the night As warm of darkness takes form Mind eating serpent crawling within Inside rages a poisonous storm The vision is clear
the thing she's erased Find the line, find the shape Through the grain Find the outline, things will Tell you their name The table. the guitar The empty
: a shadow forms in my mind a vision of a cold forsaken stone shaped as an arc in the grass so calm and left alone it could be who we are a reflection
pronounced, Its thought has been awaken by the changed vision of all things. Oh silence, teach the disciple of the ancient wise men, So that every shape
that you are in a studio, a recording studio, With your name on one mat You're in the mic booth, you look around It's one huge empty mic booth You notice
my story, my end I saw my body fading as I read My name on a grave And now my shadow Is a stone Leaving this Time, Empty body without a face, I'm the
Find the thing she's erased Find the line, find the shape Through the grain Find the outline, things will Tell you their name The table. the guitar The empty
soul thou hold in hate since I gave thee the gift of my heart. My chest is empty, no blood ever flows but I share the vision of my own rebirth. Reveal