Don't, don't miss the spot
And put that * in my cupboard with the * from 38 to 38, what the *?
You know what I'm looking to * do, bitch?
Bitch, do these vices
In Babylon's courts where shadows cling
The Troidal prison twists its ring
A world of counter-space concealed
Where magnetic chains have souls annealed
The cult of decay with whispered lies
Aether's breath in dying skies
The giants of precession turn and grind
As nigh-electric light is trapped in fine
They built their towers, high and proud
Yet perpetuity shouts the crowd
In golden stone they place their trust
Blind to the obedience in a dozen
Full Babylon's fields are bound in flux
A kingdom built on broken crux
Their magneto-currents twist and bind
Each soul engaged, each heart confined
In the temples where they preach the case
The vectors twist and lights delay
The electric inertia stays unseen
A veil cast over what should gleam
The stars above us burn so bright
Now trapped in quasars fading light
They sold the luminal pharaoh's key
And found us all in entropy
In Venetia's halls where iron reigns
They worship false gods and aether wanes
The swears of Pluto's cold embrace
Keep hidden false seals out of place
For in their vaults the truth they hold
Impedance passed in coaxial chords
The toroid reels the current hums
Yet slates of flesh they beat their drums
Capacitors of soul they drain
Till only pharaoh's hearts remain
In Babylon's grave the halls are glass
The inertial plane they blind and pass
When truth was once a flowing stream
Now bound by creed's corrupted scheme
The kind of force they cannot see
In hyperbolic death's decree
In the tomb of light where shadows play
They siphon force and steal the day
But either sing through hidden wealth
Or force I see no spell to spell
For Babylon's priesthood robed of gold
Have forgotten what the ancients told
No power lies in mass or way
But in the kind of silent grave




The procession fields will rise again
Breaking chains and aether's spin
The quanta's tricks their finite caves
Is but a lie their final stage
In the silent hour's change
We'll call like when Babylon's towers
Started to fall
For all their laws and all their might
Are not but shadows in the light
Beyond their reach the aether hums
In unseen spirals toroidal drums
The kind of space where truth is bound
Is freedom sealed where none are bound
Wow
And I'm out
Let's do this
Let's do this













Let's do this
Let's do this