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the beat poets - innerspace odyssey lyrics

[verse 1: bliss]
how long is forever when you’ve got eternity?
eternal timeframe mind state, internal freedom
doesn’t cost you anything but hopes and dreams
level boss of many things like a dose of wings
i’m eager to receive the coats of kings
egregiously conspiring to coax my stings
out of hiding in a habitat, i must scroll on a savage path
proving my enemies wrong, yeah, i’ma manage that
moving you with a voice of a strong lioness
protect my musical investment like cubs in the wilderness
you say there’s no church in the wild, well let’s build you this
movement of religion of peace and inner bliss
a kiss of wisdom on your forehead, a vivid gift
schisms of a living shift, divisions drift to a timid myth
belief in yourself seems hard to accomplish in a life of stress, but time is of no object

[hook]
no matter what the cost, you gotta weed out the fakes
life is too precious to be feeding with the snakes
melancholy sadness is an ill disease straight
it’ll swallow up your feature like a vacuum in sp+ce
no matter the degree, we must stay vigilant
finding true peace within
nothing’s sadder than the [?] within the land of many things, hoping to fatter their pockets
the flier the wings, yeah, and so we sing
[verse 2: son of saturn]
melancholia depictions painted on the walls of masquerades
a part of me is drifting while the stubborn half just stands in graves
assassinating passing pains as massive snakes devour tails
animated lamentations pass our gazes out of h+ll
the apparitions dance and patient accolades just shower, swell upon a court of lushes, brushing shoulders with the soldier’s stone face
a finger never lifted in its olden state unless for self+destructive b+ttons punched him with the flowing grace
the potent [?] celebrate like ocean waves separate
the vials of enlightenment, the life well i do estimate
let’s rest and let our breastess raise
destiny’s infected slaves
the sect of press’s effigies like recipes of death you bake
step out of the cement and just see it please, i beg today
recognize [?] invested in my eye
susceptible sci+fi, just devils in these skies
wise old owl sat on an oak

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