Oh, here's another monkey in a space suit
Sent to save the junkies and the buzzards that they prey to
Muffling the foil that encased growth
For all the muscles that we've boiled just to stay closed
I scuttle to perspective of a palm tree crab
Expiration by numbers, can't keep tabs
Notions escape where pretentious meets the deep
In an ocean born of a necessary weep
We followed trails of breadcrumbs, led us to bakery
Thanked the maker, ate, left a spray of seeds
She says she sees the screams of the orifice
He sees the light of tunnel and he's inclined to follow it
Virtually reality, minus chords attached
Player one ready, storyboard Rorschach
The role of a lifetime, audience of cast members
Would have learnt my lines but was tempering these glass dentchers
Ah
Karaoke hand-me down
Okie-dokie, hokey for a dandy clown
We conceive a killer blow, they believe it mercy
Act 3 death, they see a saviour's curtsy
A butterfly stroke to a puddle shark
Too busy for the river with pernickety of mudlark
Tomorrow in the palms of apprentices
Oracles arrived, started finishing our
Oh no another episode honoured by a miracle
Emotions mutate to iconography so biblical
Buffering a spike bound story arc
Huffing high brow morbidity of gory art
As above, as below vying for a middle earth
Clip a crows wing, quill it for this written word
Some of us see them even through the static fuzz
Subliminal fizzing to a frantic buzz
Well being whisking like gazebo in a hurricane
At the end days cheap placebos stunt the hunger pains
Tap a blind faith on a narcissistic drum
A pocket full of answers allocated to the largest sums
Numb enough to jig upon celestial
Is this a live gig or a festival
He beholds a peaceful scene, so serene, tranquil
I see some precious moments to be thankful
I looked into a space that didn't know my face
A twinkle gave an inkling, a sparkle spoke of grace
An ever present space calls to us in the evening
Showed me why we'll never walk the fortress our meaning
Please, give us something to believe in
Arcane-Gel - iliad Opera Lyrics
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Oh, here's another monkey in a space suit
Sent to save the junkies and the buzzards that they prey to
Muffling the foil that encased growth
For all the muscles that we've boiled just to stay closed
I scuttle to perspective of a palm tree crab
Expiration by numbers, can't keep tabs
Notions escape where pretentious meets the deep
In an ocean born of a necessary weep
We followed trails of breadcrumbs, led us to bakery
Thanked the maker, ate, left a spray of seeds
She says she sees the screams of the orifice
He sees the light of tunnel and he's inclined to follow it
Virtually reality, minus chords attached
Player one ready, storyboard Rorschach
The role of a lifetime, audience of cast members
Would have learnt my lines but was tempering these glass dentchers
Ah
Karaoke hand-me down
Okie-dokie, hokey for a dandy clown
We conceive a killer blow, they believe it mercy
Act 3 death, they see a saviour's curtsy
A butterfly stroke to a puddle shark
Too busy for the river with pernickety of mudlark
Tomorrow in the palms of apprentices
Oracles arrived, started finishing our
Oh no another episode honoured by a miracle
Emotions mutate to iconography so biblical
Buffering a spike bound story arc
Huffing high brow morbidity of gory art
As above, as below vying for a middle earth
Clip a crows wing, quill it for this written word
Some of us see them even through the static fuzz
Subliminal fizzing to a frantic buzz
Well being whisking like gazebo in a hurricane
At the end days cheap placebos stunt the hunger pains
Tap a blind faith on a narcissistic drum
A pocket full of answers allocated to the largest sums
Numb enough to jig upon celestial
Is this a live gig or a festival
He beholds a peaceful scene, so serene, tranquil
I see some precious moments to be thankful
I looked into a space that didn't know my face
A twinkle gave an inkling, a sparkle spoke of grace
An ever present space calls to us in the evening
Showed me why we'll never walk the fortress our meaning
Please, give us something to believe in
Sent to save the junkies and the buzzards that they prey to
Muffling the foil that encased growth
For all the muscles that we've boiled just to stay closed
I scuttle to perspective of a palm tree crab
Expiration by numbers, can't keep tabs
Notions escape where pretentious meets the deep
In an ocean born of a necessary weep
We followed trails of breadcrumbs, led us to bakery
Thanked the maker, ate, left a spray of seeds
She says she sees the screams of the orifice
He sees the light of tunnel and he's inclined to follow it
Virtually reality, minus chords attached
Player one ready, storyboard Rorschach
The role of a lifetime, audience of cast members
Would have learnt my lines but was tempering these glass dentchers
Ah
Karaoke hand-me down
Okie-dokie, hokey for a dandy clown
We conceive a killer blow, they believe it mercy
Act 3 death, they see a saviour's curtsy
A butterfly stroke to a puddle shark
Too busy for the river with pernickety of mudlark
Tomorrow in the palms of apprentices
Oracles arrived, started finishing our
Oh no another episode honoured by a miracle
Emotions mutate to iconography so biblical
Buffering a spike bound story arc
Huffing high brow morbidity of gory art
As above, as below vying for a middle earth
Clip a crows wing, quill it for this written word
Some of us see them even through the static fuzz
Subliminal fizzing to a frantic buzz
Well being whisking like gazebo in a hurricane
At the end days cheap placebos stunt the hunger pains
Tap a blind faith on a narcissistic drum
A pocket full of answers allocated to the largest sums
Numb enough to jig upon celestial
Is this a live gig or a festival
He beholds a peaceful scene, so serene, tranquil
I see some precious moments to be thankful
I looked into a space that didn't know my face
A twinkle gave an inkling, a sparkle spoke of grace
An ever present space calls to us in the evening
Showed me why we'll never walk the fortress our meaning
Please, give us something to believe in
Writer: Antony Castiello
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid