Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, that's the one
Plastic city
Picture box, service screens, static
One, two
Yeah
Conspiring in secrecy, my ghouls drag chains
And exchange theories on other spooks and black books
Sad souls known to grab noose and hang loose
Lay hypnotized by the tube, horrific daily news
Ears ringing from eerie noises, empty vessels make the loudest
TV hosts invading living-rooms like haunted houses
Spewing words without content, spoken out of context
I breathe deep, inhale the sweet perfume of the dead
The ghosts that haunt my spirit hide in mists and early showers
To purify the self, I throw my fears in burning fires
Desperate times call drastic measures, when situation's dire
Tower over furnaces, unburnt and demons cower
But the world spins or it seems to
Watch the heavens wonder if the gods and us could be equals
Stars circle the planet like followers to the Kaaba
Universal inbreath directs the flow of prana
Unfolding cosmic sagas in the gallows,
Where my shadow reigns supreme
Diana with a bow, the protectress of all thieves
Steal beating hearts from chests, leave static on the screen
I live in frequencies where strange schools of sorcery meet
Turn it on, turn it off
Let the rhythm bring peace to your bubbling heart
Find that innerspace ignite the mist cosmic of sparks
A firefly that shines like the sun and lights up the dark
Turn it on, turn it off
Let the rhythm bring peace to your bubbling heart
Find that innerspace ignite the mist cosmic of sparks
A firefly that shines like the sun and lights up the dark
Hark! The herald angel sings melodies on harp-strings
Rather stay blind to mass appeal, don't kill the art for it
So rhyme books stay poisoned with the arsenic
Scribble lines with plots and twists, confounding neurologists
Deep in my delirium, I write breathing little puns
Hissing sounds when they're released,
purged out from brittle lungs