Its my ambition to regulate inhibition
Its caused by a condition in which
I am remitting all form of lower senses
My grip on the emotional state
Withers away much like a war of attrition
And I feel as if I'm missing the proper competition
That would cause the repetition of the growth of ammunition
But still Im just condensing all my old superstition
Into words linked together would form a mighty apparition
And I'm fishing
For the proper response that would gather riches
Without gathering stitches from the b**hes who are itching to
Argue-and-fight
My mission is right
Technician of light
Magician of might
Becomes brunswick emcee
Intent and decree
State my words in degrees
Of number thirty three
I think i'm Lovecraft
H.P
Miskatonic
Emcee
Bending reality
I've come across the insanity
Took a trip into eternal night
State the cost and i'll pay the price
Into the abyss my mind was amiss
Innocent I was not home in the conventional sense
State of mind I saw the color of time
And In the middle of all there was
Transmission of a message divine
It was Love reaching out from within and without
Reminding me to love everyone
As if we were all one
One mind
One heart
One soul
Just fragments of the whole
Different perspectives, observing itself
We're all connected
And what you do truly comes back to you
Shadows jumping
Finding nothing
But our fears