Zavala - Cultcla** lyrics

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Zavala - Cultcla** lyrics

[Onry Ozzborn] Take a load off, wrap your head around it It's fairy, fairy-tail, become a real now Believe in everything because there's nothing to believe Scientifical faith has now been conceived Let's go to heaven on a rocketship, mate That's already been paid for by the Churches' collection plate Measured by Einstein while Darwin provides the iodine Joseph and Mary with the gifted offspring refined And fit for fascinating inventions in carpentry Able to forgive everybody, even you and me Even able to forgive Cain or vice-versa Principalities performed the policies of the Prince of Persia [Hook] Cultcla**, a combination of the big blast and god's hand J-J-J-Jesus superstar, amen Holy mountain and Aliens, we are them Men, women, and children [Onry Ozzborn] Inertia, virtual campaign Apple computer, apple also Adam and Eve to blame Along with Microsoft employees thus apostles Noah has two of everything, but lacks an engine and a throttle Yet, Aristotle prepare, he was saying the Rosary is proof of physics While those cla**mates stare But can never explain how Enoch and Ruben were just delivered Abra-kadabra, element, mechanics, and a gla** slipper Big dipper, little dipper, holy water Many, many prophets were the testaments of Bible's author With use of monocle and telescopic tools Interpretation is what you make of it in the star pool [Hook] [Rochester A.P.] Right behind my eyes, lies a dragon peering into the abyss You might catch a glimpse, illumination, doppelganger, twist My, my with the ?, shark, plunder, vomit Who outshines Horatio, the innards of a comet Change or die hissy More tongue, spectacle storms Minute maids were worlds with words Never conform to darker holds of d**h Or the way of the Sith My soul clings to the life Because when the water's naked, I'm gifted And lifted, from this physical form To celestial my-ways which enslaves the norm To banish glad tidings to the boundless realm of joy And witness worlds as the Tube makes my life a toy To the crooks hands, I'm pregnant with wonders of the deep My voice shall slumber underground visualizing the peak That bright world with love Substantial and sincere When shall I awake from this dream and find me there?

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