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Descendant of the walkers of the sun's melting surface Cult wordsmith, a grain of sand [?] from future furnaces Swimming in waves of radiant energy A case of the evergreens are coming to the flow of chi I am just a black and brown polymer of chemicals Expanding in waves like drums echoing from Senegal Watching solar empires burn like hellfires Brimstone smoke sulfuric souls are sending higher I respect to that dangerous silence, inside [?] A sliver of a silver light anointed in night showers Astral projecting and hovering over Roswell I break bricks of a break beats, a classic gem like Orwell's I'm a natural naturally, surrounded by three angels as time curves in front of me To trace the line of my birth, I'm both gifted and cursed By thirteen full gravitational wave, while luna finally orbits my earth Continents strewn with higher realms, the likeness of a man Each breath connected to next, eloquent godhead I outride the wild style, outride, outflow the [?] My squad tried minds like Einstein Darksiders whisper names with eyes wide Fear and loathing divided by thin tide lines I read between them perfect, overlapping circles Flower patterns shaped like hexagons and turtles I rotate slow [?] Directing the path my fire chariot goes in SongtextePeace to all the foreigns, seven heavens in flames and lighting Circle the solar centerpiece solar when I'm rhyming Anchored from the spine, the sleeping snake soon comes awake From the base radiates energy that permeates the space Breed obscurity and [?] My brother's thoughts hide inside the light like Thom Edison's fear of the dark Cause style is a crystallization But if you do not have style If you just say, well, here, here I am You know, as a human being How can I express myself Totally and completely Now, that way you won't create a style Because style is a crystallization [?] Aus Songtexte Mania