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Morbid Abakus - A COLORS SHOW
Yugen Blakrok
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Blindfolded when I swing blades โ cursed version of Cronus โ 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 โ you couldn't see me
With a microchip and a tracker in each knee
As I climb to find the highest peak โ 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 new-born retreating back into its mother's womb
Outta this world, I search space like quantum physicists
Scaled the mountain like Moses only to find out where the lizard lives
I crush imbeciles and elevate seers
My order's silent mystics that levitate above fear
Colony of monks โ who's the abbot here?
Unplugged the mind-control device like system saboteurs
Took self on an odyssey, low key 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
Took self on an odyssey, low key 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, one, two
To recognize the order inside organized chaos
I roll solo, radiate out like the archetype of the logos
Trace the movement 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 till our own dominant thoughts find a way to manifest
Insulate the mind against lobotomized societies, dribbling
The most traitorous turn on the sibling
Many milling for millions though the system's belittling
I honour 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 spider webs
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'm on an odyssey, low key 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
Took self on an odyssey, low key 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, one, two
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