words for sermons vibrate through the dome
birds pirching mighty placements of stone
migrated to home, lustrous canvases
steel from grey, fields of jade , fresh like anise breath
high stakes and declorum, sky scraper aboads
highest of hiearchy rightous paying their homage
tickets to paradise, beyond afflicted parasites
their pickets of dreams too simple to gleam the aether light
make their life in the image of tapestries
fine wines that vintage, bad bitches to reach
In the land of plenty, cornucopias galore
orpheus peforming euphorias of lore
going for broke or for war, up the golden steps
holding the oldest of cards, ain't folding for shit
get the apostles, guns, golden fleece and brandish it
as above so below, read the manuscript
live like high life in sky palaces
kinda shit you drive by, sky palaces
shining light up the night, sky palaces
swole chalice to drink, right, it's fabulous
shit so fly, no need to pain atlas
...(like loot from the dead, so luminous)
ride to the pearly gates with the baddest bitch
....(this what hubris is...)
life like grape vines and ivory walls
cool breeze under a sight behold, the flight of gulls
the calling of seas, tree of pollen for bees
every night to recall the height and it's fall
deprived from my soul, lying in wait of it
dining halls of sovereigns to dimes in a bowl
trying to thrive in the dull, denying the fate of death
escaping oblivion, to climb from the hole
chasing amusements, feeling the pulling void
hearing my muse sing, chills of a loving voice
wish i could love her, but i just live to suffer
sneer to crack the mirror, fostering thunder
lost as the farfetched, the cackles of witches
want heaven but not death, the apples i'm picking
with the wishes of palaces, plunders of war
abundance of crops, still feel my hearts hunger for more
live like high life in sky palaces
kinda shit you drive by, sky palaces
shining light up the night, sky palaces
swole chalice to drink, right, it's fabulous
shit so fly, no need to pain atlas
...(like loot from the dead, so luminous)
ride to the pearly gates with the baddest bitch
....(this what hubris is...)
in the midst of a mist which smothers the light
there's no heaven for the hell that's inside
