Solillaquists of Sound - MEDEA lyrics

VERSE [Swamburger] If you are misled by the information fed first tasting newsprint- bleached monsoons to come, moons to sun, gather all. round up rich to righteous, duck the slightest hype, right? It's not the batter that yall dipped, never-mind it's now time. to learn what we're installing in TV-isionary's sacrifice. (crucifixion, tube test dumbos) wake up. one of your dreams is a sitcom program. stand by. no wonder your surroundings ran dry, you can't control fate. some were born to wait for my opinion given no matter the date. my ego leaves and an eagle makes press calls to free fear. now when it speaks the lost seek to find an ear. what have we here? an emerging of the shadows to flesh, fresh meat... a sound appears, stitching your action to a key played by the false god's pitchfork. tune in to the canvas of what they let paint famous with the strangest amount of common words like: FREE-dumb, KING-dumb, QUEEN-dumb, WIZ-dumb, STAR-dumb. well, in large sums, slums of hell, people are controlled, rolled by what so-called crafty authority Cele-braty's actually say. played by media voice to voice your dream they made you have on a path like, you wanna make it don't you, black boy? but your choice was clocking, jocking, whom and what material with multi-purpose robbery stocking. limited before you imaged it. life is about living it. watch that reel to reel we put before real is said as fact-ory HOOK External, extra, extroverted delivery- trading goods, imported from my portable, portal, poor body, giving back!