I must say you aren't the right speed
More like thief in the night speed
They'd rather trade substance to climb the stock
Talk, say what you will,
I built the field but the dreams never came.
I tried to catch 22, Heller high water or F-22
Aunt's died from thought pesticide, messed up lives and fresh cut pulpit lies
Uncle Tom questions the size of it all
“Why must we die outside this cabin edifice we built?
Why must we sow seeds of this plantation to which we are but strange fruit and reap this damn nation?”
So instead he sewed time
elastic continuum into chronosynclastic infundibulum
and the Malachi Constant into a function
of the distance between the relative reality of Tralfamdore and Kilgore Trout
What bore out of the funnel?
A rebuttal, in the form of Roots
With blood of the Tigress, tears of denial, sweat of the Amazon
He planted himself 'bove the waters of Babylon
He warned me of Babel on the horizon
Idiot box babble on moronic monolith
Strong motive obelisk monument
Impoverished encouraged to accept dominant, homogenous colonies
“That ominous shadow has made our people somnolent.”
Tom and I search for the cause of it
We grab a dollar bill then stomp on it
Suddenly we are a microcosm pair of men
We come to a pyramid
Taking brick by brick off the yellow brick road
Raking bit by bit off , til we found red in the stone
There's no god like your own
Crimson heels click on the backs of the bruised
Chancellors fuse mythic tombs,
Turning true hues to black and blue fools
Free masons that could build foundations of sound nations
Now field baseheads beholden to loud racist and crowns ancient
We continue chipping at the thin Tudor veneer
average viewers users hold dear
Until we see the Eye of Osiris
We seek its true nature but low-key Loki hides it,
thinking I won't mind
I devise the science, I find it easily overlooked
I break the silence of the Lambs
Tom and I are one but the dollar tries to divide us under the auspice of trying to unite us
Dissect I- and now I and I remain
Sheep eyelids fixed on violence displayed
Inside Osiris's iris I spy this plank, so I remove it
Realizing it to be a cross
An intersection between not caring enough and doing the truly right thing
Pay tithe and wield thy sting and not yield, try, think
Divining diving sixty million, seven sixty-one thousand, one fifty four fathoms
Sift the Aristotelian sedimentary township of mystery door Atlantis
Retrieving Occam's apocrypha razor
Penetrating the occult nature of deceiving concocted saviors
Turning tables, pointing out the heresy of Pharisees
Imaginary, all that is is all that they care to see
Now I'm running roughshod over where fronting gods once trod
Blunting false idols.
You thought Baal the gold standard Deus ex Aureus
Fooled by pyrite substandard painted glorious
In reality, he is merely a divine right sanctioned victorious commodity fetish
A trinket
A gaud
Remove that Jesus piece,
noose neatly tied in a knot so Benedict
Prayers monetized economic psalms of once and future kings
Bartered by dead presidents, Necronomicon, wants of couture things
Robber baron deity precedent, reject it
Craft love, the cash ain't greener on the other side
Greenback are twice jaded and envy eyed
Diversify your souls reserve to rely on what's inside
Putting stock in false prophets
Only pays in false prophets
Try this prospective minor prospector Midas
Mine your own, own your mine
Grind the stone with your nose and goals in mind
Don't be an objective object
when turning the lead to gold, if you meet your goal,
They won't know you've done anything at all
At that moment I saw the edifice fall
No idle eyes would idolize monetary bricks in walls
All that glitters is not all
