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letra de opus perfectum - farnaum

[verse1]
i’m the state of womb and void suicidal
abel and cain reprisal of the “holy bible”
able and vain recital of the only title
a vital virus to revive the life cycle
arose from the soil
for you sworn to the souls of the torn
to the morning that we all mourned
swords drawn, wage war, attain all
for the newborn soldiers that are tarred with the same brush
(hush)
the one that the princess has touched
(for her hair)
the one helping your mistresses wash
(in your lair)
the onе for your pool and the slosh
(to be fair)
therе was never a greater affair
i don’t listen to a speech that’s condescending
i ain’t comprehending
f-ck the vibe i’m sending
i’m the opposite of blending
i’m defending
i intended to be bending the laws
extending over lands and beyond what yall be apprehending
[chorus]
i ain’t a bull with a ring through ma septum
i impale you with a spear through your r-ct-m
that’s how i grant you vision like the tectum
i keep momentum, i’m “opus perfectum”
i know i’m alive when i bleed
soil of tyranny i’m planting my seed
solitarily, the one and only breed
bounded by flesh son of man god speed

[bridge]
god speed, as you move on and you reap

[verse2]

god speed as you move on and reap
mocking the rhythm and chopping the heads of the opposite popping and nothing is stopping it
robbing the living of liberty
not gonna let them be walking the road of them
none of them wanna be better
the terror tho never have given them lever on
leading the people or freedom they seeking
in bleaching the black and hitting it back
with the venom of vanity
takin it back to the time of the man and the act
when the code of it started to crack
and be mentally grabbing the fact of the world that he’s at
wicked and sickening its bigger than that
trainna’ solve the existence enigma
the curse of birth the dwelling stigma
i’m seeking the flame
just detest bein ever apposed
the bloodstream in my vains
wouldn’t let h-ll’s gate ever get closed
the mother is never to blame
my brothers are never to shame
i’ll be shooting up every drop of the hope
to be coping with opening doors of torturing gorge who’s pain
there’s more to be told, explained
the old and the bold sustained
when the mold is vain
i’m losing my faith

narcissistic, an ass, a misfit
a classic task man with a massive listing
to crash the class down with passive blitzkrieg
to crack the glass now and manifest it
later when it has collapsed down
fade away and let if fall to ground
on the day of resurrection when the hounds are running around
see we are surrounding what we have burned down
what we have burned down

[chorus]
i ain’t a bull with a ring through ma septum
i impale you with a spear through your r-ct-m
that’s how i grant you vision like the tectum
i keep momentum, i’m “opus perfectum”
i know i’m alive when i bleed
soil of tyranny i’m planting my seed
solitarily, the one and only breed
bounded by flesh son of man god speed
[outro]

“chef-d’œuvre”, lords magnum opus
a plague upon gaia, pandemonium’s bonus
i’m the serpent who coiled around the globe
stung and spread the venom through my worldwide thorough probe
the perfect “h0m-sapien”, the cancer, leprosy
harbinger of death, blooming mediocracy
i’m your father the erratic disciplinarian of all
to all my minions my shout is a clarion call

- farnaum

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