Syqnys - Magic Curtain lyrics

[Intro] While the [?] may be used in lieu of conversation Words will always retain their power Words are the means to meaning And to those who will listen, the enunciation of truth And the truth is [Verse 1] We can't know truth all we can know is an approximation Of knowledge made from a combination of contemplation and communication through conversation It's our consolation prize our minds are always racing It's a lot to take in my god forsaken noggin's aching Math is the language of truth but its computations Are too complicated. Math cla**? We don't want to take it We watch creationism get taught it's all gods creation It's all a blatant shot at religious indoctrination Won't stop till' they got kids praying, hurry the sun god Ra is waiting My crops need rain and I got this pain if you can't help me then I'll talk to Satan We watch our nation's population drop its face in slop and taste The toxic waste and watch them waste away almost not worth saving They're waiting for the altercation in fact they're pushing the confrontation If they think you can turn their kids away from god then they risk damnation They need more than condemnation, "We need to cut him chop him hang him Off him where's's our mob will take him chain him to a cross and stake him [Chorus](x2) You pretend to know truth, you can not know What's behind your magic curtain? You'll never show [Verse 2] God is dead (god is dead) Don't get it twisted this isn't like the mop on top of a Rasta's head Ask an apostate if Allah's dead With his chopped off head lopped off that neck look at all that red Kind of looks like a pasta, bet I ain't even got to the flying spaghetti monster yet It's shadow's here, but we got something to battle fear So gather your sheep and cattle near and tell your flock what they'd rather hear Nothing but sh** behind that veneer, no magic here behind that curtain I had to peer That was weird nothing but gadgets gears and a man appeared (huh?) I'll tell you what I really think give me a quill some ink and I will go sink that feather quill ink And I'll wield the thing like I'ma k** your king make him knell to me cause' he is nil to me [rewind sounds] ... and I will just sink that feather quill ink And I'll wield the thing like I'ma k** your king make him knell to me cause' he is nil to me I'm sorry your highness, you don't follow rewind this See the godless don't like this that's why I ought to not write this I ought to slaughter with kindness and make songs for the mindless And talk about my money my cars and my diamonds Because my market's as small as a mom and pop shop is "I feel sorry for your mama!" as I say this he drops his 40 and pops from his pocket a rocket pops getting popped And I just want to make noise at least as loud as that shot is So if I tell you that god is concocted I sound obnoxious Knowing how religious the world is let alone how hip-hop is I should probably drop this stop this song It's so wrong, it's so wrong I could rewrite it and still be left with its falseness [Chorus](x2) You pretend to know truth, you can not know What's behind your magic curtain? You'll never show [Verse 3] Sticks and stones cripple bones But words can be like Obizzles drones Missiles blow up kids in homes, oh wait don't get it twisted homes! I still rock an Obama sticker, on the back of my Elantra get your Nonsense picture of Obama looking like Adolf come on he's not a Hitler You got to be kidding me you're getting me a little bit sick With your ignorant sh** yeah you lit up this wick of the dynamite stick Now I'm sitting here pissed (Ugh, f** you!) Words can you touch you, burn you, cut you Even those that hurt you can learn to love too You don't have to scream I heard you what you Think they're going to do with your sermon, uh you Think they're going to curse you? f** you! Worthless bum subversive scum you Belong in that mud, that muck that mush that dirt you sunk to It haunts me at night see I want you to like me Constantly writing always I try to be Thoughtful enlightening like I'm caught in a lighting storm palming a kite string Too taught yeah it might be shocking me slightly it's oddly exciting Watch me I'm rocking a mic see, never smoked pot but I got me a pipe dream I try to tell the truth but they treat me like a pariah Throw your sire on the pyre and I light it on fire I can see why I ignited your ire I can understand why you're lied to, but not why you're a liar Why you're a liar, why you're a liar The truth's behind that magic curtain you're just trying to hide her! [Chorus](x2) You pretend to know truth, you can not know What's behind your magic curtain? You'll never show [Outro] Words can hurt you they can hurt you worse than sticks and stones They cut deep they can maim you they can cripple bones The truth can hurt believe me I know it can burn your eyes But shadows on the wall is all that you can learn from lies