Lyrics Tyrone, You Put That Sugar Down - Party Cannon

Tyrone, You Put That Sugar Down

Yaa!
These walls won’t hold them
Fingernails carved this inscription
When will they understand these ideas are lost to us?
Blanked slate, there’s only so much our minds can take
Coming face to face
They must realize they are incomplete in structure
Rendered useless, it forces forward;
a consciousness entirely ungraspable
Foreign, incomplete race
Typology is lacking complexity
Sticky fingers rake the mind, searches for the binding key
Escape to the skies, off the dusty road
Swarming facade, a menacing pyramid
Barriers collapsed, shifting sands
Vast manoveuring, a dislocated actuality
Deception
Reflected in one
Hysteria
Claims its thorny throne
Aftermath
Pierced as whole
Architects
Built its seamless eminence
Omnipotence of logic
Life has been moved against the interests of the living
Pastel smokes drifting in the haze
Our endemic is rife
Grinding a toothy man
Spreads a ring of salt
Folly ignorance
Matters are spliced
Noting anatomical flaw
Not to be released
Stuck to the man
Relapsed back to beast
Singing a song of unscripted fate
Noise inside the head;
sniffing the colours they make
Deciphering patterns inside the shapes
Numbers behind my eyes
Carnals to the taste
Sensations in the spine
Back to black
Ensnared inside a mind of limitless mistakes
Consuming in anger
Without unsurpassable amounts
Ugh!
Coming forth
Unmistakable hands
Develops to form
Oligarchical nothingness
Cerebral core
Calculating eyes
Algorithmic mind
Undeniable absolutes