Party Cannon - Tyrone, You Put That Sugar Down lyrics

Yaa! These walls won't hold them Fingernails carved this inscription When will they understand these ideas are lost to us? Blanked slate, there's only so much our minds can take Coming face to face They must realize they are incomplete in structure Rendered useless, it forces forward; a consciousness entirely ungraspable Foreign, incomplete race Typology is lacking complexity Sticky fingers rake the mind, searches for the binding key Escape to the skies, off the dusty road Swarming facade, a menacing pyramid Barriers collapsed, shifting sands Vast manoveuring, a dislocated actuality Deception Reflected in one Hysteria Claims its thorny throne Aftermath Pierced as whole Architects Built its seamless eminence Omnipotence of logic Life has been moved against the interests of the living Pastel smokes drifting in the haze Our endemic is rife Grinding a toothy man Spreads a ring of salt Folly ignorance Matters are spliced Noting anatomical flaw Not to be released Stuck to the man Relapsed back to beast Singing a song of unscripted fate Noise inside the head; sniffing the colours they make Deciphering patterns inside the shapes Numbers behind my eyes Carnals to the taste Sensations in the spine Back to black Ensnared inside a mind of limitless mistakes Consuming in anger Without unsurpa**able amounts Ugh! Coming forth Unmistakable hands Develops to form Oligarchical nothingness Cerebral core Calculating eyes Algorithmic mind Undeniable absolutes