Lyrics Morbid Abakus - Yugen Blakrok

Morbid Abakus

Blindfolded when I swing blades, cursed version of Cronus
My theses find God in geometry like Archimedes
Trace my vanishing point, fill the hollow with light from lasers
Make the mind state change like cloud formations
As star patterns split beams, expose flaws in our time
Hidden complexes dematerialize
I’m silent bomb type
Exit like Houdini
You couldn’t see me with a microchip
And a tracker each knee, so climb to find the highest peak
Fight the shadows of defeat
I’m Neo moving anti-clockwise until this cypher is complete
False prophets are the first to seek the shelter of cocoons like a newborn
Retreating back into its mother’s womb
Out of this world, I search space like quantum physicists
Scale the mountain like Moses, only to find out where the lizard lives
I crush imbeciles and elevate seerers
My order’s silent mystics that levitate above fear
Colony of monks — who’s the abbott here?
Unplug the mind control device like system saboteurs
I took self on an odyssey, low-key (Loki) like Odin’s seed
Language mathematical, let digits set the oldest scene
From the point of origin, beyond the species after us
Checking one, two over the microphone, abacus
I took self on an odyssey, low-key like Odin’s seed
Language mathematical, let digits set oldest scene
From the point of origin, beyond the species after us
Checking one, two
One, two, one, two
To recognize the order inside organized chaos
I roll solo, radiate out like the archetype of the logos
Trace the movements of the gods' heavenly steps
Lifespan pre-set;
eye-con-artists the pretext
Moving targets, our crow armies converge on crowds of men
We’re far from innocent, mentally trained on busted tenements
Immune to pressures from religious sects
Stay fighting til our own dominant thoughts find a way to manifest
And insulate the mind against lobotomized societies, dribbling
The most traitorous, turn on their siblings
Many milling for millions, though the system’s belittling
I honor family bonds like I’m Sicilian, ape shit like simian
I grind elbows deep in the dirt with root fingers
Spinning optics, cloud the mind like mood swingers
I cast spells like spiderwebs
Used to rest my head on temple steps, icicle rhymes upon my breath
Now I’m perfecting the method in the madness
Mountains out of anthills, my lungs pack cess, vocals caught up in semantics
Imperial, ears upon the great work of The Master
Whose concept’s in complex patterns, like Venus fractures
I took self on an odyssey, low-key (Loki) like Odin’s seed
Language mathematical, let digits set the oldest scene
From the point of origin, beyond the species after us
Checking one, two over the microphone, abacus
I took self on an odyssey, low-key like Odin’s seed
Language mathematical, let digits set oldest scene
From the point of origin, beyond the species after us
Checking one, two
One, two, one, two
The eternal wonders of space and time.
The far away dreams and mysteries of
other worlds.
Other life.
The stars.
The planets.
Man has been face to face
with them for centuries, yet is barely able to penetrate their unknown secrets.
Sometime, someday, the barrier will be pierced.
Why must we wait?
Why not now?