| Live stream to the speaker from my mind
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| Ground control to the beacon in the sky
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| My, hallucigenesis repeating on the sly
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| Rebirth, rehearse by every creature that can fly
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| Lord of the launch pad, fodder for the heron’s beak
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| Solitary amoeba, in search of a set of teeth
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| Jekyll seeks Hyde, Hyde seeks feral beast
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| For long country walks, mass murder and precious sleep
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| I doubt we’ll ever meet but if we ever do
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| I beg you buy the kid a beverage or better yet a few
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| My evolutionary moves crave a little poison
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| A man evolves quicker in the grip of unemployment
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| Fetch the ointment, peruse a few faces
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| This little bug eyed one’s fine, I’ll take it
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| Skip a few stages and suffer at the final boss
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| Fly across the egg fields
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| Turn into a giant moth
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| We cleanse your mind, like a, pineal detox
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| Decalcify in the pot of the mind that we’ve lost
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| Or gone missing, the spirit’s drifting on eaves drops
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| Concocted by the forces above that will always keep watch
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| I’ll put you in a box depending what you’re speaking on
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| Amoeba to people, we’re all dependent on the evolutionary means
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| Which we be feeding on
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| The golden mean, gotta bring the balance
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| Cos' extremes are wrong
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| You see the world is where we belong
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| Unlike the FEMA council evil, get the people trapped
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| We’re all as deep as each other
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| We all came from the great void mother lover
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| And that’s something that’s real
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| Unlike the transcendual man made of metal and skin
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| So when he pass, the body parts are left next to the bin
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| The lesson begins, with the answers that are held
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| In the future changing up everything
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| Gray legged primates, brains swelling sideways
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| She was up amoeba mountain, sobbing out on ice age
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| Love get yourselves up (prepping for the meltdown)
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| Switching every twelve months (heaven for the hellbound)
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| Guess the goons into breh, but I’ve been gone a while
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| I’ve got a piece of rotten skin to shed just fling it on the pile
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| Get yourselves up (prepping for the meltdown)
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| Switching every twelve months (Smash out the shell now)
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| I grew thumbs in one night when the gristle hit the face
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| Now the grips too tight when this whole shit shakes
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| Come pick new sides
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| The larvaeous web betting, friend begging
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| Jet setting, spores finger trend setting
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| Settling in plates, fungus for days
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| Same old crumble with the brand new glaze
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| That shit fed brain tastes underdeveloped
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| Have a sticky gold star for the wonderful effort
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| Mackerel in the desert, humming that vile tune
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| Tryna build a bike in the baking hot sky at noon
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| It’s getting hard, sell a star, buy a moon
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| Revel in eternal night and let the fire bloom
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| I assume you weren’t looking on a free ride bitch
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| Claws scratching at the doors on some feline shit
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| In the meantime stick to laborious gloom
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| Chillin' knee deep in fine primordial soup
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| Yo
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| I make my visions visual like the Halley’s Comet
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| Decoding knowledge from the five platonic solids
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| The cube is the earth
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| Tetrahedron, fire, Octahedron, Air, Icosahedron, water
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| Elements are there
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| The Dodecahedron encapsulated the universe
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| I unified my search through these words growing out the herb
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| Communications, elevating power through the mic
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| Move fourth, don’t lose sight
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| No wrongs, just do right
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| See your lessons of creation through the flower of life
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| We’ve been here before and fell a victim to the fall
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| Now we’re back here again we need to move to the fourth
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| Dimension, ascension, see are we really destined? |
| (Are we?)
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| I must evolve a bit more
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| Think of love not war
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| Think of peers not fears
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| Think of trust in the source
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| Not the laws that enforce
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| By the dutty stinkin' pork
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| Time to wake up and morph |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Larvae , by - Jam Baxter. Song from the album The Gruesome Features, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп