(Beat)
Through, a beating action
Form-u-late, a: reaction
Weak, when ripped and torn, is Me
Hypnotic, a psychic power
Without shall We cower
I am the battery, that stays
Though surrounded by this boundary
Though Luna-C may found Me
Never to do, to stop,
The battery that stays
Turn, out aggression!
Turn, out obsession!
Go, a head: kill my family!
In Luna-C are we Three
“I am not”, the deceiver
“Ever- all-ways”, the believer
With infinite potency
Hungry to feed the seeker
Beat drowns out the weaker
Battery, found, is Me
(Master)
And so starts our passion play...
Withering Us away
I, source, distraction;
Painted face to hide the fear
Building to a moment, the Death, of You
With mind twisted, there goes your dream
And on your lips is a name
As that, it walks away
Grasped in hand a monopoly
Laughter, Laughter, Laughter
That, the all, these here and after
Faster, Faster, Faster
Burning life, the end, disaster
Laughter, Laughter, Laughter
As I cry all the faster
What is worth All, That?
Am I not the one robbed of MAAT?
For occupations do you betray
And obey, obey
Thy Master
Call thee a name!
(What? To be! Not...)
Fearless is one, in insanity
A dark deception within the light
Hybrid child of the sea
Pray unto Father, set thee free
Cradle, one, to have the sight
Hunt the shadows, for the light
Come upon where madness dwells
A stranger aeon, where Death sells
Drain you of what you be
Face the Aeon born of tragedy
Watching from above the sea
Immortal, he calls to thee
Such, is so, until the rising,
A beat and its fraction
(A-Tract-Sun)
About the Creator
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