lirik lagu nephlim modulation systems - super pretzel (big top circus freak mix)
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here’s a beautiful [?]
this looks like a re-run of a bad movie, and i’m not interested in watching it
[bigg jus]
the gypsum calligraphist
who mentally burn visions of wooden block prints
infused with the finest myrrh and frankencense
point to the mother tau ships and swirling orbital disc
triangulating the position that doesn’t seem to exist
elliptical chip, with the slightest gentle kiss
blew the stone ancient roof, door hinges off the monolith
shining a gradient beam of light dusting the bioluminate
with god power biters one million and fifty sons
who levitatin’ down to peer through the bullet hole to expose the smoking gun
horrifyingly and aiming the one shatterin’ the earth’s heavens
that came to point it to the one with the most state-of-the-art weapons
in the name of peace trying to bomb sixes into sevens
from out the deception clouds and into the heart of darkness
apache b2 stealth with a jack-ss and a giant elephant in the c-ckpit
droppin’ daisy cutters on kiddie targets
ready to vaporize the mythical boogiemen to ashes in orbit
blindly trying to set a simulated democracy free
with a schizophrenic eagle mascot with a broken left and a f-cked up right wing
that 360 all equates out to the same thing
while in the dci executive suite supreme commander-in-chief
talons submerged in mercs and mercs in petroleum ink
b-tt–ss naked clutching a d-ld- ghosting through the hallway on phantom puppet strings
tiny tyrant
it’s the big top circus
the bush dynasty is clown meat
ongoing perpetual warfare against any country, any regime
anyone out there that dare stand in the way of this digital imperialist cream
bka the grand old american dream called texas tea
in a spiral of l-st raping the natural resources central asia and the middle east
or colombia, venezuela, any undeveloped nation out there lacking protection
from out the murky shadows they come to b-tterfly ballot the next election
well-connected with wealth and thirty-few pharmaceuticals and defense sectors
with a loving president, who led the united states in execution as governor of texas
you’ve been caught with your pants down, the world can clearly see your second face
and it got horns on it, and hairy goat hooves below the waist
how can a country be about peace and at the same time dominate the global arms trade?
living in a disinformation age with white man war ways
the big top circus
bush dynasty, forever wagin’ war not p-e-a-c-e
we ain’t gonna let you light that fuse for armageddon
bring the air force in, we’ll bring the green, black, and red in
once the people know the truth there’s no way out there they can even stop us
we’ll lay you across the altar at karnak and wedge a petrified pretzel in your shallow esophagus
fold you up inside of ornate chinese complicated puzzle boxes
rotate you infinitely on the tippy-top of the washington obelisk
kidnap you during your brotherhood of death ritualistic paganistic om
feed you dirty uranium til your innards start to glow
examine your skull and bones and expose the triple six
on your bl–dy knees worshiping phallic imagery rockin’ a pink tunic
we’ll lock you in suspended animation and windmill you on the tip of your d-ck til it disintegrates it to a eunuch
i’ll put some black panties, a red ball in your mouth and make you a fluffer for a g-y p-rno flick
who’s the national security threat?
i’ll tie you down to an aircraft carrier flight deck
then pull back the mechanism that catapult jets
ain’t nothin’ nice
i put my n-ts-ck in a banana daquiri til it shrink from the ice
and expand it in the mouth of condoleeza rice
f-ck around get the name right, bigg jus
the king supreme megaton antlers
wild out bust the sampler
make way for the debris trail dismantler
self too divine god body science design
to mock death touchin’ immortality is defined
inverted, eternally confined, no escape can be devised
textbooks thought grams of the mind
cryptic wick controls with dyin’ souls over the dead sea scrolls
[?] vocal coals
abominable, upper respiratory is froze
but the primitive slave labor
jus the style is major
with these [?] chinese sabers
into the nebulous twin king horse heads and b-boys can’t even save ya
this ain’t the lyndon library
we’ll swoop down and oakland raid ya
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thank you very much…
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