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Carry this message to Hiram Abiff 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 a regular You suckers had it twisted since the Morgan Affair I'm horseback attackin' haters with a sword in the air SongtexteSort 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 Aus Songtexte Mania