Search results for 'Applied Industrial Optics'

Somewhere down an appalling road 
A loved one sings about being shoved aside
In coded language harmony
Industrial parks of whatever
Drooling rivers

York the narcotic
Draped in metal and fiber optics
Where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips
For profits, thirsty criminals take pockets
Hard

A study beyond compare
I can openly look at any book
The Pope need not know, nor care

Over here we'll study optics
How this prism refracts our light
We'll

machines
Cause the only thing that can annihilate us is unseen
Industrial revolution, technological advances
Various enhancements controlling tracking what's

believe that
When ion get with the wave of industrial slaves
Workin 9 to 5 just to find compromise
Bitchin' quit doin' what I find divine
Refinin' my vision

exotic
Damn she's so toxic smoking on the chronic
Fat stick with an optic Yeah I'm bigger than you I'm cosmic
I got Wanda too
Keep a poll i ain't lacking

aggressive
Now I'm out here surpassing my lessons
556 hollow tips
Green beam
We applied all the pressure
I'm on my millionth step off of the earth
Chasing

Don't mean that I robbed a brinks
Yikes
Please drop the M.I.C
Please stop
The Military Industrial Complex
They blame it on a bomb threat 
In laymen's,

applied directly can be cruel and real raw
We are all members of what we call Cosmic Man
So we must remember that we can give a helping hand
Actions speak

to speak on reality
When what I perceive is viewed by only me
We all could be staring at the same screen
However optic nerve transmission receive
I see

covid 19 lockdowns and restrictions to push through this transformation
The great reset is being rolled out
Under the guise of a fourth industrial

had needed me for a problem yeah
No giving up; keep on running threw them optics yeah
You ain't running downnn; boy you nervous as a bitch
You know we

U a Bitch

Pimp C

Return of the Trill

2018

of the operation, livin' it large
Now he tellin' on the workers like they ass was in charge
Soon as the pressure's applied, you immediately switch
Just do us all

wings, don't it?
Hard to falsify the crown if I'm the king, don't it?
Hard to call your guys if I'ma cut the strings, don't it?
I applied all that I find

this time
I see, I see
The prison industrial complex was created for folk that look like me
I got it

I guess you could say I just take issue with our

game for Joe Blow

Post industrial bliss
A binary hug or kiss
Can be wrung from utility mist

They stole the great arcanum
The secret fire
Moloch found