im the fibonacci sequence of the thirty second degree
with the framework of a lion the neck burn bruise bleed
feeding on the memory of those roaring tides
moving in the strides in line with your sight
can't they open they eye?
will they open in time?
dont they ever want the freedom of a higher design?
if we understand us fully, we'll never be benign
as we move into the portals of the third space in time,
im in 6 different worlds
im with 6 different girls
i got strings of merit lined with satin skeleton pearls
but the deal breaker is not to forsake her
and move from the seat

you must trust me,
you must open,
you must fucking believe

like clouds flamed with fire as the maidens stop and grieve
and these dames called desire start move up my knees
and in the flurries of their moaning i start to float in waves

the missions of her movements never led me astray
so we tagged the signs of every building, reading

"it was the end of our days"

so we're parting with strokes
so we're starting to grow
so you will very soon and very frequently certainly know
as the lights turn off and you heat up and glow
as its whispered

the messiah was born
not by the virgin mary
but by the
two G's

super

funky


flow