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aristotle, dean tulipane - mirror on the sycamore lyrics

i’m not afraid no i’m not afraid
christ knows i’ve prayed
and my price has been paid

really righteous repentance
is like a life sentence
pick personal penance
let it be known you stand in his presence
the throne is fluorescent in essence
his own descendant inspired this peasants independence
i speak not for vengeance
i seek tones of pleasant peace and transcendence
from greece, paris the middle east venice
by his omnipresent convalescence
let this zealous menace talk to the tenants
why are we in a state of obsolescence?
adults in perpetual adolescence
pulpit causing unconventional intentional evanescence
recreating recrudescence by debating what his message is
yids let me put it like this you can’t have our kids
they are not up for bids you’re filthy pigs
wearing small caps over the big wigs
we’ve had enough with your far fetched fibs

my monastic mind is enthusiastic etched elastic like freaking mr fantastic
dean dreams of daring drastic ecclesiastic deeds
perhaps a bit spastic in scholastic needs
sarcastic at times indeed
optimistically still sowing seeds
that he believes will expand what his people sees
such as uncertainties in world currencies these dirty bankers have tendencies to seize’

whether they confine my rhyme i’m calling out their crime
god divine is coming to save mine
i’ve got not a dime
so i find it hard to shine
i’m not willing to compromise what’s been left behind
lost to time but to their demise
the lord comes in disguise so surprise
the people are
but his prize
so please help
cut what ties
with words i comprise
let the sunrise before the baptized
lord i apologize
i thought with all the tries
i would have came to realize real lies hides where he resides

was this what i wanted
i could have died im sure
but it’s an opened door
that wasn’t there before
i thought i could handle more but with what’s in store
my knocking knees are stuck to the floor
so my saving mentor
the man i look for who’s words i ignore
even view as a ch0r- and somewhat of a bore
i’m here climbing the sycamore
calling off a world war exiting the encore
that we’ve all already seen before
lord please restore me in your image
bring me to your visage
fill what’s been diminished before my job here is finished
faith witnessed sparked interest don’t let the flame be extinguished
my power has been relinquished
i’m just a delinquent linguist with unfinished business
indignant of ignorant instinctive decision
to not make a distinction which could lead all our extinction

i’m not afraid no i’m not afraid
lord knows i’ve prayed
and my price has been paid

- aristotle dean tulipane lyrics

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