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letra de the mystery of life - fox0r

ooooohooooo
yeah-yeaaah
yeah-yeaaah
ooooohooooo
ye-yeeeeh
ye-yeaaah
ye-yeaaah
yooo-yeeyeeeaah

i wonder how your mind could comprehend the time you found that you assimilated with raphael’s right sai
you’re morphing, why?
because nothing’s real and real is why you’re the eternal swine that gouged out god’s left eye
the one from which he can no longer cry
so you close the lid and try to hide
yeah, that guy
some call me god, others a satelittе

i’m a titanium cacti
and you’re in the desеrt dry wielding a rubber knife
i hold the only ounce of water left in life inside
and in order for you to live, i’ve got to die

well, i’ve come to shine the light on the truth
you try to deny
you’re high
you’re high
you’re high as a kite
but somehow…
modern day psychic spies and shadow government guise aside
we both know why i don’t need to imply that in a past life you were a spy because the all-seeing eye presides over the entirety of the hive
the day on which you died: 1953, june 19
check that wikipedia thing
surprise, it’s me
and by me i mean we

see
there aren’t two eyes, but three
two on your face and a third you can’t physically see
it’s simultaneously above and below your feet
while guiding your soul on this cataclysmic beat
heading straight to your defeat
all because you thought you could cheat the system

one woman named ethel and a transvestite named julie
the other also a rosenberg
this code is absurd
i’m going berserk to unearth all of the dirt covering up the truth in which god heard

one through five
your eternal punishment is that you will forever reside inside the prison of the hive i’ve created and intertwined with my idea of a subatomic white light bursting out of a frozen pizza pie

the antithesis of sublime
the well of life’s gone dry, but still your conscious thoughts deny
the place in which you now preside
which unfortunately for you is why you’re falling behind
a moldy piece of rye wondering why it smells like a piece of pumpkin pie, your physical mind
so now the ticket to bliss is through a set of rules in which you cannot comply
a one in which only my words abide a language outside of sp-ce and time
one that defies conventional logic
now you’re scared you’ve lost it
stop it
stop going down the rabbit hole

and there’s no going back to austin, texas, in which your mind is connected
so i grab ahold of the scalpel and begin dissecting the concept of heaven you claim to seek, but cannot find
that is why i am called the eye, spelled e-y-e
you’ve come to look, but i oversee the seven seas

so i confuse your mind and propogate the mystery of life

- fox0r

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