| All wise is the owl who can see in the dark
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| All rise for the lessons of the evenin' to start
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| All seein' is the being who created the spark
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| Man knows he knows nothin' if the man is smart
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| Star charts, technology is silly to those
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| Who know real space travel only happens with souls
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| Molecules and energy disassemble and flows
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| Where space bends and distorts, we are UFOs
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| King Hiram, master of all builders
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| Stepped in two pillars, stalked by three killers
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| Buried inside a village but wait… I’m not finished
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| Risen from the grave as a holographic image
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| Let’s have a conversation, about the constellations
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| About sound and light and matter and vibrations
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| The mathematics needed just for your genetic sequence
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| While humans are distracted studyin' devils and demons
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| I need more than thirty-three, I’m three-sixty
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| I need more than religious scriptures can give me
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| I’m in a chamber a reflection gettin' busy
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| Chantin' and meditatin' 'til I’m dizzy
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| Memento mori, end of story, I told you I’m Grand Leveler
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| You’ll never catch a grip or a token if you’re irregular
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| You suckers had it twisted since the Morgan Affair
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| I’m horseback attackin' haters with a sword in the air
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| Sort of rare but you could sort of compare me to brother Manly
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| I got poets and scholars and Pharaohs in my family
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| People tryna decipher and try decodin' me
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| Fans constantly quotin' me, brothers sayin', «So mote it be»
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| I’m from your ancient future
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| Legend of the third degree god, Hiram Abiff
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| Burn emcees like degrees of Mason, 'cause you’re fakin'
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| Legend of the third degree god, Hiram Abiff
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| I’m from your ancient future
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| Legend of the third degree god, Hiram Abiff
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| A Master Mason when I’m buildin' my pyramid
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| Legend of the third degree god, Hiram Abiff
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| My brother to the east, my brother to the east
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| My brother to the east, my brother to the east
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| My brother to the east, my brother to the east
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| My brother to the east, my brother to the eaaast
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| Deep inside the forest, underneath the trees
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| Lit up by the torches, goin' through degrees
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| Started horizontal, lifted vertically
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| What’s the magic number? |
| Three
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| Mystery schools in ancient Egypt, alien science equipped
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| Hovered above in three ships large enough to eclipse
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| The sun/son, the widow, the virgin mother Mary
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| A sprig of acacia found inside a cemetery
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| Let’s talk of hieroglyphics not the pseudoscientific
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| The phony spirit healers or a reading by ya mystic
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| The snake oil sellers or some fabricated cleric
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| Who speak of all religion to exploit the esoteric
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| The crystal rubber, card reader, Ouija board controller
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| The spell caster, cult leader or some holy roller
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| The soul sucker, vampire feedin' off ya energy
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| And people still believe in some imaginary enemy
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| I never look to the skies to say a prayer
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| There’s no mystical wizard who’s up there
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| Everything that ever was is everywhere
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| So let’s light the three candles for this black tie affair
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| I’m stargatin' while y’all are stargazin'
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| Heart starts racin' like studyin' Carl Sagan
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| Standin' in formation, chantin' the oration
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| Tell the mortals there will be no teleportation
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| Deep and dark woods down the creepiest roads
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| Different symbols letters and numbers you can see 'em decode
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| In the creepiest robes, bunch of people we loathe
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| I don’t fuck with the shit they do in that Bohemian Grove
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| I’m from your ancient future
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| Legend of the third degree god, Hiram Abiff
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| Burn emcees like degrees of Mason, 'cause you’re fakin'
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| Legend of the third degree god, Hiram Abiff
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| I’m from your ancient future
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| Legend of the third degree god, Hiram Abiff
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| A Master Mason when I’m buildin' my pyramid
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| Legend of the third degree god, Hiram Abiff |