Aiyo – below the terra firma's the murmur of many men Resonatin' the predication of RA's eponym It requires a higher degree of thought to transmit Elevate above the base and retrace the semantics Incommensurately we've been held incommunicado From commoner to commodore – they breed bravado I exercise authority over the lesser ranks We rally and tally up at the shores of the West Bank The shottie lick the body politic – feel the kickback Son Pardon the warden to remit that one Sinkin' solemnly into the vein of my pathology I maintain the etymology of "I" defy chronology Copy me, cosmically I seek to be laconic and terse The meek shall admonish the earth While the merits of inheritance are gainfully pealed They symbolism of nepotism is painfully real The provisioners of policy are plottin' my demise In addition, the aristocracy's blockin' the uprise The commandant's callin' for change by any means I've seen heaven and hell; it feels strange in between Never settle – the medal pacifies rebel troops But truth is the honor in the eyes of the resolute Press on – employ the pen to postulate upon it Verily I perform the pa** summarily – you wonder why? They say that he was born that way They can't imagine havin' to go on that way Maybe if you pray for him he'll be drawn from the fray Or maybe – maybe he's OK... (X2) Sharin' hymns with the seraphims – praise in polyphonic Fashion The action reanimates the catatonic Aid the abject and abjure the apathetic Positive polarity and the draw is magnetic They lurch and reel trynna reverse the field but can't Manage The pull of my sign aligns planets Secrets comin' out in the wash of the ebb tide Those who sought found; those who fled died To the sight deprived sound might provide solace The scholars of applied sciences supply the knowledge Upon the foundation we erect the edifice – make it Known We dedicate the corner stone to Aeschylus Fortified with more than 45's – master the art of war You blast trouble, but the struggle endures Emaciated, the contemplative will k** for a drink If not methodically restrained by the chain link From my solid form I liquefy to be absorbed by the River Stand re-delivered to mi amour Chant "freedom" in their face and abase my captors With grace I placate and await the rapture In this colony I've seen atrocities personified Still unable to affect the sovereignty of the allied It's the balance – they're challengin' your will to Achieve Imprison my coalition but the vision's still free... He had to have been born that way A great many show envy towards the Lord's protegè And maybe if you pay for it he'll perform a display Or maybe – maybe you're too late... (X2)