Retro. maniacal in this threshold bounded by bonds
shaken not stirred founded by loss rounded high gone
Twice the content surprised by the lies of golem
The likes of all them wrapped up in tights in autumn
tear down mics with precise strikes the hand of Norris
the eye that slandered Horus I'm in the land of sorcerors
granting demands & wishes do the disbanded forces
the man...cramped in the camp that doesn't understand importance
petty thoughts I'm the nose rotting on cocaines tongue
Mistake me as the king of the hill where you get your propane from
can't see the forest from the trees so ride with giant
eyes of tyrant devouring any device I find in my likeness
the grain of sand carrying galaxies, villages by Horton
asking who...who...who gonna try to diminsh my proportion
too big to be frightened but I giggle at the silence
laugh at the calfs, sheep the little-known of mices
critical crises..defcon 5, code red at nearby palaces, private
dazzling nights littered in armor of yesteryear
a whole fortress built upon what your yet to hear
new to it all get baptized behind the wettest ear
enough to possess the loss if the spectres near
another moment gone with more thought connected here
he who laughs last deserves the jesters peer
tell me more its like Dr Jekylls here
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.....laugh....and the world laughs with you
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