Beauty - Supersapien

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Supersapien

 

And the dreams within

and the dreams within

i see you in your bliss and beauty

as it moves through me

i want to see you

 

I find these hurried souls.

Lifted up by their own bowls.

those mistraught as i get caught up in being taught

fought off the rapid fire jabs

from those narrowed eye hags

haters die in rags

haters die in rags

 

thats why

lying to satin is hatin on hatin

your breakin that saying your faking a praying.

god damn just stop spraying your spit

super sayan legit, hazing a fit,

to get pushed till i quit. boy im on some shit.

 

Your movement is fluid, not dissilusuioned,

found on the ground but the music it runs through us.

not sound, not around here no more,

they cleared out the store,

the back up their bags and sold to a whore.

now a foor door ford sports more worn torn porn,

then in Detroit own tomb

and sold soon to a buyer

thats too well groomed,

well hello YOU Ha.

 

haters hate a jadded gate,

you critize i sit and wait,

your smile faded and i caught a break

because you gave yourself

excuses to not sit and use IT,

this fluid is lucid,

my thoughts are born brewed through norms who knows normal,

no known hormonal as you to be so unrealistic, it's true.

We all goin' do what we wanna do.

 

I want to write, that this day this night,

if this song doesnt see the light

then i failed and i might have steered this train off its tracks,

acid rain and racks on racks

facts tap the traps set by the braids of social means,

sages holly seams told me not to dream

but smoken thoughts brought my drive,

power holy mind,

prophets bringing news to the masses,

sheep wearing shaven asses,

the out reach of my mind is in decay,

a fretted fray from a stubbled day,

where in bed we lay and lay,

swirls that touch our hearts and play,

trying to find a better day,

 

you know i struggle every day,

been trying to find a way,

im kicking up a dust,

in the lifestyle of hurray,

lets just all go to college,

lets all absorb knowledge,

absorb other things,

and deform the water rings,

that ripple from the stones,

that simple little poem,

spitten with a little more flow,

made them girls hit the floor

you know i ignore the older gone old,

sold to the governments code,

we are controlled through a defomred cyclical cycle,

qucikly decipher, this mystical viper,

sitting from a hyper point, focal and moist,

so ill be god, on acid that is,

ask it, all im asking is this,

when i dive, die, dove inside,

what did i feel that wasnt alright,

by god i might, by im in a fright,

i saw darkness in my own eyes,

heartless through his lies,

though truth might not be disguised,

im not suprised that i found a horror story

in my morning glory.

 

 

Christmas time in Iceland,

price right for this night stand,

This consumerist holly land, nation Rules - only plan

stepping out of logic,

a cog on the run,

kept in this box yet,

no bog in the sun,

So i'm tanning ONE

both Cheeks, Duality,

when you speak to me

I still see through the seems

and see the inner dude.

Beauty....beauty...