Oly, oly, oly, is just a pig opera when you're landing in your helicopter Your recent making me feel indecent I've got a tongue in my mouth I'd like to use it Bit down mid-seize You black and bruised it Back to the wall Did you even read at all? I can't read at all I do, I do This building swallows my tongue I cannot say thy will be done for you Your spine is curving like a question mark We lost it all when you unleashed infinite pa**ions to roam with no direction under your protection Push, push, push us from the deepest of wombs Build another wall through your oval room Send you down to live in your immortal tomb Your arms are reaching like a fruitless tree Imagination? no, x-polynation The orchard's emptied for you, for blood and sugary juice Pushed from the deepest of wombs, the fruit is blackened and bruised The tongues will bleed until you sleep in the deepest of tombs Do we the pro-cess in our process Do we the poses in our progress Your fruits are falling like a gang of bombs We lost it all when you unleashed infinite rations out Your fruits are falling and they taste like bombs Assa**ination? no, x-polynation