[Excerpt from "The Imaginarium of Doctor Parna**us"]
"What exactly do you all do here?"
"We tell the eternal story."
"And what is that exactly?"
"The story that sustains the Universe. A story, without which there is nothing."
"Nothing?... You mean, you stop telling the story and the whole Universe ceases to exist?"
"You make it sound so simple."
"And you believe it?"
[Verse 1]
You can see me on the walls of Pompeii and Herculaneum
The kid been around for that long, there's no draining him
With ongoing energy, spawn go ahead of me
Strapped into the co*kpit, ready as I'll ever be
I'm Indiana Jones clones to [?] on Noam Chomsky
Crusader rode the pale horse, snorted, stomped, and chomp thee
Bit, slit toes, hit foes [?]
Grapple hook, look shook, took book and flip back
Salute private, at ease, the black Irish general
Script words, immortal, on papyrus that's ephemeral
Forgotten fables, broke bread on rotten tables, only prayed when we were able, skip the trip [cable?]
Keystone in the arch, place three bones in the ark
Hear tomes in the dark, spit stone tomahawk
Science talk, trauma walks, steadily the trauma spark
Heavenly my motto mark, heavenly the mind that walk
[Interlude. Excerpt]
"A dangerous task."
(Laughter) "That is incredible; that you can believe something that can be so easily disproved."
"Oh, I don't think so."
[Verse 2]
An ancient physician covered in scales by fish vision
Three wish giving Djinns, drinking gin with sick women
Heading down the road of the Godly
Recollections of aliens poke and prod me
Super-luminal conversations with spectra, speak oddly
Barcodes, bar nodes on the motherboard aboard the mother-ship, plug in the other cord, flip the other switch, reroute the data Disintegrate the strata at an eye's blink, write with atomized ink
Event horizon at the seismic brink, as they dismember Dharma
We love to blame Karma, industry mechanized the farmers
Overhead fly the bombers, circus to air, tearjerkers hit remote control, workers blast herd, special ops decrypt the past word
Hierarchy of access, strain past the crack test
C-4 blast your door, peep the logo on the black vest
Federal agents, find your address
[Interlude. Excerpt]
"There, the story stopped. No more story; but we're still here (still here, still here)"
[Verse 3]
Specialized in inter-dimensional transportation
Exercise lyrical intercourse, MC's is masturbatin'
Strivin' for ejaculation, immersed in penetration
Tantric mantra, disgaea orgasm standing ovation
Entranced in bliss while the world was pissed at you
The cosmic serpents kissed, just before it hissed at you
Your rhymes are variable, while mine are constant
Use curse words to fill syllables, mine have content
Freestyles same as written, all instinctual
Words sound mystical, my skull is made of crystal too
Felt the breath of God, that mean you had halitosis
Verses hit your brain, just might cause psychosis
Rhymes are hypnosis, hallucinogenic doses, in fact, I was on seven tabs when I wrote this
Explosive, shatter Satan's vision, unite the opposition
Turn key in the ignition, thrust us into transition
[Outro. Excerpt]
(Laughter)
"A sign, a message; from some distant place that we know nothing of. And I see it all now, so clear. This has nothing to do with us here
"Somewhere in this world, right now, someone else is telling a story; a different story, a saga, a romance-a tale of unforeseen d**h, it doesn't matter. It's sustaining the Universe
"That's why we're still here... you can't stop a story being told."