Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Legend of the 3rd Degree, artist - Apathy. Date of issue: 01.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Legend of the 3rd Degree |
| All wise is the owl who can see in the dark |
| All rise for the lessons of the evenin' to start |
| All seein' is the being who created the spark |
| Man knows he knows nothin' if the man is smart |
| Star charts, technology is silly to those |
| Who know real space travel only happens with souls |
| Molecules and energy disassemble and flows |
| Where space bends and distorts, we are UFOs |
| King Hiram, master of all builders |
| Stepped in two pillars, stalked by three killers |
| Buried inside a village but wait… I’m not finished |
| Risen from the grave as a holographic image |
| Let’s have a conversation, about the constellations |
| About sound and light and matter and vibrations |
| The mathematics needed just for your genetic sequence |
| While humans are distracted studyin' devils and demons |
| I need more than thirty-three, I’m three-sixty |
| I need more than religious scriptures can give me |
| I’m in a chamber a reflection gettin' busy |
| Chantin' and meditatin' 'til I’m dizzy |
| Memento mori, end of story, I told you I’m Grand Leveler |
| You’ll never catch a grip or a token if you’re irregular |
| You suckers had it twisted since the Morgan Affair |
| I’m horseback attackin' haters with a sword in the air |
| Sort of rare but you could sort of compare me to brother Manly |
| I got poets and scholars and Pharaohs in my family |
| People tryna decipher and try decodin' me |
| Fans constantly quotin' me, brothers sayin', «So mote it be» |
| I’m from your ancient future |
| Legend of the third degree god, Hiram Abiff |
| Burn emcees like degrees of Mason, 'cause you’re fakin' |
| Legend of the third degree god, Hiram Abiff |
| I’m from your ancient future |
| Legend of the third degree god, Hiram Abiff |
| A Master Mason when I’m buildin' my pyramid |
| Legend of the third degree god, Hiram Abiff |
| My brother to the east, my brother to the east |
| My brother to the east, my brother to the east |
| My brother to the east, my brother to the east |
| My brother to the east, my brother to the eaaast |
| Deep inside the forest, underneath the trees |
| Lit up by the torches, goin' through degrees |
| Started horizontal, lifted vertically |
| What’s the magic number? |
| Three |
| Mystery schools in ancient Egypt, alien science equipped |
| Hovered above in three ships large enough to eclipse |
| The sun/son, the widow, the virgin mother Mary |
| A sprig of acacia found inside a cemetery |
| Let’s talk of hieroglyphics not the pseudoscientific |
| The phony spirit healers or a reading by ya mystic |
| The snake oil sellers or some fabricated cleric |
| Who speak of all religion to exploit the esoteric |
| The crystal rubber, card reader, Ouija board controller |
| The spell caster, cult leader or some holy roller |
| The soul sucker, vampire feedin' off ya energy |
| And people still believe in some imaginary enemy |
| I never look to the skies to say a prayer |
| There’s no mystical wizard who’s up there |
| Everything that ever was is everywhere |
| So let’s light the three candles for this black tie affair |
| I’m stargatin' while y’all are stargazin' |
| Heart starts racin' like studyin' Carl Sagan |
| Standin' in formation, chantin' the oration |
| Tell the mortals there will be no teleportation |
| Deep and dark woods down the creepiest roads |
| Different symbols letters and numbers you can see 'em decode |
| In the creepiest robes, bunch of people we loathe |
| I don’t fuck with the shit they do in that Bohemian Grove |
| I’m from your ancient future |
| Legend of the third degree god, Hiram Abiff |
| Burn emcees like degrees of Mason, 'cause you’re fakin' |
| Legend of the third degree god, Hiram Abiff |
| I’m from your ancient future |
| Legend of the third degree god, Hiram Abiff |
| A Master Mason when I’m buildin' my pyramid |
| Legend of the third degree god, Hiram Abiff |