Coaxial - Galactic Tsunami | Текст песни

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Galactic Tsunami
no longer a patient with ashes, a restless lot
scary being unable to recognize even one molecule within the flow,
there's nothing left beside the notion to express, despite the phlegm
inside the chest, the antibiotics that are destroying the abcess
the time is quickly fading redirecting adapting and recreating,
functional but for unexplained reason there's a stipulation,
it's so bright for my fair skin itchy eyes that are scratching a skeleton
a minute subject a miniature of mars an oxygen mask lost humans no scars,
the repetitive wave syndrome that's striking the mind
causing revolving pocket of magical obscurity, I don't know but if feels right
the path was absent of light despite the palpitating orb merely sense,
violet dreams a meltdown amongst the many being, a myriad of swings
iron plated recreated through digestion, another stench a beautiful decay,
"good day" regardless of how often run astray, that's her and I,
earth and I, brith the sky, lurking by, observing hi, safe from the leeches
that have attached themselves to the orifice, a gorgeous mass bring the healing arms
I run out of arms and legs numb by now - ah - the landscape it's changed
it's public you'll live here love it
stereotypes drip like stalactites,
but your suckers lack the element,
so all that nay, nay, nay garbage that you utter is irrelevant
and doesn't pertain to the development of a skill in need
of constant nourishment you want to resurrect hip hop
how can you save what isn't dead who's the lame fuck that claimed it fell apart
just bacause the masses latched onto the part that wasn't the art
suddenly occurring frequencies broken babble of wizardry, ration of mystic energy
focal point of polar density, icicles and a concealed identity,
shivering intensity frozen microchip surgery, there are androids working earnestly
on a half robotic clearly neurotic simian aquatic corpse like horsed voiced
ya'll missed shifty shape siamese separate turbulent states plasma chasm opiate captain
fashion is mostly and outdated mechanism to convey false confidence
my naked soul will show you exposed from it's ominous
and it's prominent that your plastic frame will not absorb the consonants
locate communicate with co-existing primates sky rocket through the ceiling
vein tissue and blood spilling on the mic that I am feeling, you'll find yourself
feeling me on that microphone illing the upright speaks I've tried to stop myself
but it still leaks, like the acid rain that eats minus the rain the footing will be
firm enough for us to gain the peak, some of us a blood thirsty rats,
some of us are labrats in a daze stumbling aroung the cage being injected with chemicals
to induce a phase the alchemy will commence my mother is andromeda so it's natural
for me to wish escape in this world of microchips, ID kits, and fingerprints
be aware of an american mindstate a slow moving sluggish primate,
it's not spiders breeding worms but the worms breeding spiders,
victims sgaring a similar trap, I speaking to those who get this
along with those who think they do but misinterpret the gist
if you know anything that you knew nothing at all unless you've accepted
the programs they've installed it's human nature not to be monitored by technological translators
it's human nature not to be monitored by technological traitors scavengers and raiders,
remain ecologically lively creating worlds of life that being in heart and translate
through beats basslines and mics.