Lyrics:
am leaving
Through the woods of Tapiola
By Tapio's huts ad lodges
Ukko, you supreme creator
The architect of all we see
Now betow me with decent skis
Annoyed by imposters
Those that don't wanna see us prosper
Pretty women fucking with us
Doing psychedelics
Cycle Wisdom with the real ones
Got no time for
officially drawn out the pad
Building my blocks like an architect
A diamond in a rough no artifact
One of the finest jewel out of the batch
There's no pressure
Prepare to be amazed by the lyrical architect
So let me lay this down, got a rep to protect
Most of the time I'm purely sublime, writin' out lines
On the high
To speed by The low
Always on the dot
With this bow and arrow
Cream of the crop
No scarecrow
The ego is bestowed
I'm a one man show
When
congregation gotta see the check
Check on faith, I'm faithful only to the check
Check, support system, I inspire architects
Check, who got me, got the world in
to
Bursting from the rim, quickly forced to learn to swim
Hanging by a limb, the greatest struggle is within
Hold on, don't go don't jump though
What you mean,
the architect of negativity
So come on
Mayhem's knocking on your front door
So come on
Brass knuckles and a two-by-four
I wanna know
Oh, do you, do you
I don't need to be a global citizen
Because I'm blessed by nationality
I'm member of a growing populace
We enforce our popularity
There are
in the neon by the seventh,
And so meaninglessly sentimental
Maverick, now we only want the feelings we can sell
Near the bridge beyond eleventh where
Creation raised by lucid minds
Unforeseen architects of death
Madness the horror was evoked
Incertitude a new age has begun
Sickening beauty reaches
In a country house with the windows lit by burning wicks
And the walls held up by wood and bricks and ghosts that wander through
An old man died,
and architects, they flock in by the score
They did create this royal place
One thousand renderings of his face
The art of war had been by ball and court
the beach
And roll me a fatty
And grab a case of that cold shit
You know where to catch me
Welcome to the jungle by the beach
Where the sea sounds gorgeous
They were lining up the unsuspecting teens
For a violent moment of celebrity
Golden bullets blessed by lobbyist money
Splash a tidal wave of blood
tycoon
Arm in arm, arm in arm
We are our father's sons and daughters, one by one
Marching off to kingdom come
And we're hunting down
We're trying
of the flesh
And the direction of the green flow
This is the city of Soma an idea brought to life
And carefully designed by George Reed
Founding member
grab it by the throat and don't let go....id like to say "hats off!" to the slash and burn architects. they know exactly where despair and commerce
Guard my bed
While the rain turns the ditches to mirrors
By a vase of carnations from central Ohio
Where the looking machine can't here us
Deep
As you build your master plan
The Celestial Architect
Distant horizons open up in a cosmic storm
As the celestial substance takes shape between my palms
down before your new born god
The architect of time
Omnipotent existence
Watch them perish one by one
The circulation of life and death
This will be
subverted.
And will we mourn over his gifts?
Nescient of the gloom, once sent to a realm of eclipse...
Former nevermore
Their commonness has passed us by
stain my steps
Suffer by my hand
Your body cut into pieces
Quarter you, carve you up
Dismember you, disfigure you
Tear apart you and cut you up
they're shining
Just like a trophy made of gold
And even architects are puzzled by
The mystery they behold
And he foretold
So let's lift our hands today
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