Lyrics:
Immediately ask a Royal sculptor,
to start working on the victory pillar.
As per the King's orders,
the work began for the victory pillar.
The Sculptor worked
first
The troopie, the troopie
The pride of the land
His image was carved
By an old sculptor's hand
Preachers and poets
Have all paid respect
took the time to look up, I'd find
There's a sculptor to make it
If I finally realise the value inside
Then I won't need to save it
If it's really that
and you will find
Within the sculptor void I lie
Now close your eyes and realize
Within the sculptor void I rise
I am a thoughtform inside the matrix
That
Sculptor, Painter, great and grand
Michelangelo, Renaissance man
Works of wonder from his hands
Michelangelo, Renaissance man
Statue of a boy named
It wasn't much to look at and I couldn't really see
Any plan for his fulfillment whenever that might be
But the sculptor didn't seem concerned about
If I wasn't a sculptor, I don't know what i'd be
If these hands aren't making, they're taking aim
Or pointing blame
If I had any other passion
When some proud son of man returns to earth,
unknown to glory, but upheld by birth.
The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe
and storied urns
HOOK:
I've been on my room all alone
Trynna make my music just better and belong,
To the culture
It's my sculpture, I'm the sculptor
I shaped it, I
Your Boy Kitty
Beat It Up in this bitch
Mmm mmm Beat It Up
I'm horny and cultured
Swoop down
Suck flesh like a vulture
And I told her
I'm a sculptor
In the depths of the studio you see a sculptor bent over his work.
He is wrapped in a light, colorful sheet with the consistency of a thick fog.
His
The sculptor has the vision in his mind of what to do
He knows exactly what to cut away until his vision comes in view
And though this process takes
delirious a gambler we are all channel unscramblers it's a soft escape, just send a sculptor to the waste send a sculptor to the waste send a sculptor
hands of sculptor
Now gripped around the neck of a [duosonic]
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[I swear on your eyes no pretty words will sway me]
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Oh look at me aah
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The King wanted to meet the sculptor
The next day,
the King and Tenali Ramen
rode in the chariot,
and went to the forest.
They reached the Black Hill.
They started as children and grew to be friends
He with his sculptor's hands she with her needle
They went through some bitter times alone
They started as children and grew to be friends
He with his sculptor's hands she with her needle
They went through some bitter times alone
Rivers cut, landscapes will flood
Oceans diminishing, souls to the breeze
Conglomerates, network to networking
Fractal ascendancy, sculptors
The sheep of the long white cloud
Are gifted sculptors
They carve their land with hoof and mouth
The sheep of the long white cloud are gifted
The project was taken up by sculptor Gutzon Borglum, who was inspired by the idea of creating a "Shrine of Democracy" that would celebrate the country's history
metamorphosis of the dust...
Degradation of the canon...
Sculptor... in apotheosis of mental amputation
Sculptor hacks out the Sculpture!
Ephemerality of planes
sense of what she said
Still her words swirl in my mind
Though she is long since dead
I am the sculptor, You are the stone
Beautiful statues won't chip
Captured fumes
From barren sands, the endless news
The waves that seem to slip away
In the sculptors hand
Is holding every broken seed
The differences we
A blindfolded archer
Aiming carelessly
He might hit the mark
It won't make him see
I am the sculptor
I am the clay
Master of destiny
I shape it my
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