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Writing a letter
Put the pen to the paper
Just making scribbles
Pictograms and riddles
Stand up, stretch, go out for a smoke
Makes a laugh but never ever told a joke
Got a job to do
Paint the grey sky blue
To make effective changes
Rewrite the matrix
Rub out the wigglies and focus the eyes
See heresy no evil and tell no lies
These are the phantoms that linger in the mind
Look at them gasping displaced and out of time
Tamed by the guru and sold in a can
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Typing a letter
Finger by finger
Before you know it
Clicking on the internet
Even with gnosis doesn't seem like we're there yet
Guess that's the thing with existence
This crystal ball
Shows some crypto zoo
There's a cult of vampires
And a Basilisk too
Uh-oh I've been mixing up the sacred and the profane
Hope that doesn't reflect poorly on my brain
These are the phantoms that linger in the mind
Look at them gasping displaced and out of time
Tamed by the guru and sold in a can
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Come with me
To the mystical empire of dreams
Paint a scene
From fragmented memories
Flip off the safety
It's needed to harness the machine
Need no human mercy
When you're dealing with markup ridiculous
These are the specters that haunt the road ahead
It's easy to destroy them when they're already dead
Served by the guru on a bed of lettuce
Markup ridiculous
Put the pen to the paper
Just making scribbles
Pictograms and riddles
Stand up, stretch, go out for a smoke
Makes a laugh but never ever told a joke
Got a job to do
Paint the grey sky blue
To make effective changes
Rewrite the matrix
Rub out the wigglies and focus the eyes
See heresy no evil and tell no lies
These are the phantoms that linger in the mind
Look at them gasping displaced and out of time
Tamed by the guru and sold in a can
Markup ridiculous
Typing a letter
Finger by finger
Before you know it
Clicking on the internet
Even with gnosis doesn't seem like we're there yet
Guess that's the thing with existence
This crystal ball
Shows some crypto zoo
There's a cult of vampires
And a Basilisk too
Uh-oh I've been mixing up the sacred and the profane
Hope that doesn't reflect poorly on my brain
These are the phantoms that linger in the mind
Look at them gasping displaced and out of time
Tamed by the guru and sold in a can
Markup ridiculous
Come with me
To the mystical empire of dreams
Paint a scene
From fragmented memories
Flip off the safety
It's needed to harness the machine
Need no human mercy
When you're dealing with markup ridiculous
These are the specters that haunt the road ahead
It's easy to destroy them when they're already dead
Served by the guru on a bed of lettuce
Markup ridiculous
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Writer(s): Garrison Meyer
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