The Agonist Lonely Solipsist Lyrics

Parrot, squatting on your throne, mentally captured, are you?
Foot-soldered concrete rooted in basement, alone
Corporeality relinquished. Fictive molecules revolt
Soliloquies like apparition of a long forgotten ghost

Lonely Solipsist, sculpture squatting in a cell!

Anchored pedometry, concrete throne
Posture vocal like your inflective prose, tethered philosophy, encrypted psychiatry

Powers of rendition on a capricious world, a pawn
Monet inclination for thoughts spoken – never heard
Tragic auditorium for one Pygmalion soul
Manas in transcendence through an infinite cosmos

Destruction
Destruction is the ultimate creation so, your children, don’t regret
Like those to their divine inventions, like all to the planet

So, Lonely Solipsist, what rhyparography floods my eyes?
Bituminoid lucidity, in trafficked lumens, hides
What would happen if your trompe-l’oeil was exposed?
One brain stacked up eight heads high in perfect proportion

Gravid knowledge crush the skulls in savage rebellion
Design by observation, translated erudition, so many creators cognitively collide like a pride of pan-psychics
Upon whom redounds this insistent obloquy?

Destruction
Destruction is the ultimate creation so, your children, don’t regret
Like those to their divine inventions, like all to the planet

Power of observer granted power of intent
The Painter’s brush the Writer’s words, the sinners repent

I declare this pen a syringe! Injecting foreign brains!
Obligor objectivist base knowledge on fiction anyways
Pass the blame like nested Russian Dolls, inertly decaying. Smite the epiphenomenalism! Erase those bound to faith!

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