Sage

Psychotic arhythmic machiavellians
Have a seat, shut your hellions
I pray that you obtain
The daoist way of human pain, now
I admittedly cashed out
Dropped acid, I'm starting to crash now
Past that, lets fuck with it mask out
Suck on this trash in succulent pastel
Pontificating upon a parody
Honorific adversary apparently
Is scared of my shit, says I'm given to heresy
Well listen, I'm afraid
I'm a couple of pages past
Writing lyrical therapy
Getting gas as the cynical stare at me
Cutting my skin for the sin of celerity
The fuckin' barbarity,
Seems strange to see sages
Strapped with such terrible clarity
Revenants backed by a saccharine polarity
Having a chat, thinking better to stare at these
Ass-backward plats than have a classical
Verity get cracked but
Stacked under stress singularity
Magnification applied dexterily
Coagulation of unmixed barony blood
Been tearing it up son and not sterilely
See, Christ is a blueprint
No illusions
Choose to groove to the fusion
Prove that doom on the quantum
Don't try to cop some Zune fulla wampum
Tomb of vedanta
You woulda dumped him
Cried Jude and then stomped him
Whole crew woulda jumped him
Coup for the sunset truth
That the gunshot youth
Is a victim of you, now

Into ribbons cut your faith
Not too late, not too late
Who's forgiven, who forsakes
Not too late, not too late
Hindu visions, apostates
Not too late, not too late
Superstitions in the sage
Not too late

I'm fucking sick of the synonyms
Stuttering hypocrites and minutemen
Shooting their dicks, getting the Ritalin
To innocents, eyes blue from the cinnamon hue now
The fuck you envisioning?
This imminent hell's hella limiting
'Stead of dithering, go widdershins
Smoke prescience, toke ambivalence
Disseminate reverence
Incentivize eminence, consign this
Erudite elegance to the tribe of a
Terrified audience, prophesied in a
Mess of blind providence, verified by the
Hive intelligentsia
What the left-right represents to ya
Matters not 'cause you ain't got status
(Oh, savage)
Damn it's a whole fuckin' mood
Can't stand but you know it's fuckin' true
Let 'em come for ya, let 'em through
Take a hint from the motherfuckin' youths
Simply surrender 'til the system is on lock
Is this mission from your maker?
Does it satisfy your cock? Well
There's something better now, something deeper
Something heavy for the heavy fuckin' sleepers
Something powerful, something real
Something shocking that'll sock you in the feelers
Something genuine and attuned
Like a venue in the center of a room
Never needed Anck-Su-Namun
'Cause you already doomed

Into ribbons cut your faith
Not too late, not too late
Who's forgiven, who forsakes
Not too late, not too late
Hindu visions, apostates
Not too late, not too late
Superstitions in the sage
Not too late