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Songs for the Blind Mixed With Parables of Portraits Painted
I Would Have Drank But the Mixture Was Tainted
The Saints Marching To a Different Drum That's Wasted
Rhythm Is a Gift Disguised As a 2 Headed Beast
A Paragon of Virtue Transcending the Soul of the Beat
Obsolete Is the Forces Who Conspire
With Intentions Deemed Wicked By the Power That's Higher
Gripping the Nose of the Beast with Razor Sharp Pliers
I Come To the Realization Our Plantation Is On Fire
Jumping Through Hoops Never Been My Design
I Jump Through a Ring of Fire holding a 'will Work for Food!' Sign
Telling the Critics to Eat a Fat One While They Write Their Words
I guess its Within Vats of Mental Acid My Brain cells Are Submerged
Is That Clear or Rambunctious What the General Function Is
Momma Said Never Waste Your Words Make Them worth Something
So I Do With These Lines of Despair Haunted By Wisdom of the Unknown
Trapped In a Prison of Clones, I Still Feel the Rhythm Is Home
Comforting My Soul and Soothing the Wild Animal
My Mind Eats Your Mind So I Am a Cerebral Cannibal

By Erik Bützin
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Cerebral Cannibal

Contributed by rhino33 on Friday, 18th February 2005 @ 10:58:47 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



Audible Tools Construct an Organism of Hatred
Songs for the Blind Mixed With Parables of Portraits Painted
I Would Have Drank But the Mixture Was Tainted
The Saints Marching To a Different Drum That's Wasted
Rhythm Is a Gift Disguised As a 2 Headed Beast
A Paragon of Virtue Transcending the Soul of the Beat
Obsolete Is the Forces Who Conspire
With Intentions Deemed Wicked By the Power That's Higher
Gripping the Nose of the Beast with Razor Sharp Pliers
I Come To the Realization Our Plantation Is On Fire
Jumping Through Hoops Never Been My Design
I Jump Through a Ring of Fire holding a 'will Work for Food!' Sign
Telling the Critics to Eat a Fat One While They Write Their Words
I guess its Within Vats of Mental Acid My Brain cells Are Submerged
Is That Clear or Rambunctious What the General Function Is
Momma Said Never Waste Your Words Make Them worth Something
So I Do With These Lines of Despair Haunted By Wisdom of the Unknown
Trapped In a Prison of Clones, I Still Feel the Rhythm Is Home
Comforting My Soul and Soothing the Wild Animal
My Mind Eats Your Mind So I Am a Cerebral Cannibal

By Erik Bützin




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