I lay reclined on my sofa, no concubines I'm a loner
That's cloistered like patients showing signs of ebola
Or priests in monasteries chanting psalms to Jehovah
An old fashioned geek out of alignment with culture
I'm withdrawn in my shell, deeply absorbed in my self
If there were plaques for being reserved I'd have awards on my shelf
And I barely got the digits of a broad in my cell
They say my aura repels just like a horrible smell
As far as relationship goes I got a torrent of L's
No lady to bone when my cock engorges and swells
And so I keep masturbating viewing porn on my Dell
Another weekend yet I have no rapport with Adele..
that's the name I call my crush, she's gorgeous as hell
We should be on a date tonight, enjoying ourselves
But Solitude's my comfort zone and in this fortress I dwell
Its cold out there, I'm used to the warmth of my pelt
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I grab my pen, my hymn-book and head for the temple
A holy ground I love to be to hear that heavenly tempo
When my heart gets heavy like the lead used in pencils
These symphonies soothe my soul, every melody's gentle
I walked through the church entrance feeling grateful and joyous
Flipped the leaflets of my hymn, on page two there's a chorus
I join the choristers in worship as we raise our voices
Profusely praising His Lordship like angels, its glorious..
Stanza after stanza, we mastering the lines
We take time to inscribe the verses on the tablets of our mind
I'm uplifted when I'm here, enraptured and blissful
Elated by the sound of drums and clashing of cymbals
These sequence of rehearsals is more than a practice session
Its a therapeutic process that diffuses massive tension
Once the vibe is perfected we round up with prayers
And when we sing on Sunday morning we're drowned by the cheers
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