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If you have chosen the path to the throne
Undeterred by the terrible fate of your predecessors
I had to share some thoughts with you
My son you will,

to be
How did we lose our way
Give me a spark of hope
Show the eternal light
Bow to me you stand before a god (Ithirius)
Slaves for me you'll die by my

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Quadruped like a horse
Galloping thru Missouri's geological warps
Tall grasses and short, stamped flat by the force

The Festival of Death

The Residents

Eskimo

1979

of the yearly cycle by being held at the end of the six month Eskimo night.
Something moved in the dark. A face as tall as a man -- a big, round,evil face

pirates
Telling tales of trails left by the gods
Through the center of the sun when they passed the spot
Jesus Christ was really an ancient astronaut
I

of your destiny
That's for sure
Believe in yourself 
Abundance you will absorb
It's not your time yet to 
Turn into an orb
Use your words wisely like

Into the infinite expanse
We see life here now as a beautiful chance
Every moment a divine romance
Step by step, we dance

Each moment a gift 
We

cosmic strife
A chemical anomaly relentless by design
Extinction
Remove the welt of life
You can't hide
You pointlessly strive to survive
You believe in

We're forced to leave our home, there's nothing for us left
The orb we once called home is now nothing but a barren waste
Once a vital life force,

the ashes?

I'm giving progression by living it
Breaking the limit is, forming the difference
Fleets of the innocent , orb of the pyramids
Sharper than points

toward the nearest cloud above her in the sky
The cloud is set afire by the flaming yellow orb
As she greets the fading flowers of this late September morn

is not a fixed proposal
But rather a shifting orb of foggy gradients
Unlocked by the tokens found at a museum

The Nautilus was being constructed
Along

real is not a fixed proposal, but rather a shifting orb
Of foggy gradients, unlocked by the tokens found at a museum
The Nautilus was being constructed,

a backseat baby!
When I'm revvin' up N-gin's engine fully
Prepared to have friendships ending
Sending and orb to the poor
Old sport in front
Now I see your

Ufo where'd you go?
By the kids
By the sea
By the moon
By the astronaut you go
Ufo all alone
Popping in to our ozone
In and out
For centuries you've

To discern within the deepest tile
Past the gazing light and shallow vines

A rooted cant receives the orb that hurls throughout the mild and fond
It

a fixed proposal
But rather a shifting orb of foggy gradients
Unlocked by the tokens found at a museum

The Nautilus was being constructed
Along

of what's ahead
She's lured by a wisp
Between willow rows
Through weeping tentacles
Beaded curtains dangling
The orb glows moonlight blue
With iridescent hue

Bottle of Humans

Anticon

Anticon

integrity (In that belt called creativity)
But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warm
By burning dead bodies smelling the beats

the bamboo

We puff the bamboo everyday!

I don't live by the sword I
Don't live by the gun
I live by the gas station that
Sells blunts by the one
My floor is

The enigmatic orbs retreat
Over the mountains pass the fleet
Silently the lights pass by
The desert air so hot and dry
What did they want to find?
Watching

off the hidden vine
Sand hills like sandstone of a stone mason from a distant land
Ema pop and ahki out top riding down out by the Kingstree
Cried

on its ascent towards it

As the train rolled over the hump, a metropolis blossomed from the valley below
Orbs flowed on roads that spread like veins

a serpentine path to obscure enlightenment

My mind is entangled by the quantum fabric
Evocations of the Galactic Tempest enabled by this mask
A conduit