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mahatma crowley - vitruvian man كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
crowley

[hook]
we all fall just to rise again
are we all who we pretend?
we all fall just to rise again
what makes us rise to the very end?

[verse 1]
listen… when i speak
can’t be meek when the truth you seek
know i creep where the floorboard creeks
riddles in rhymes keep these lines oblique
i sit atop the highest peak
wickedest born from the weak
my mystique makes the females shriek
they freak and geek for a future bleak
home on the throne where i am king
wood necklace on, fingers covered in rings
vitruvian anthem is the song we sing
ratio gold, son rise in spring
which way does the pendulum swing?
cosmic scales, math supreme
try and fail, all between
rise from depths in the unseen
locked in a room with no mirrors
hiding from a villain who couldn’t be realer
lost in things from a past concealer
speak with me these words of a healer

[hook] (x2)

[verse 2]
they say he ain’t mason cause he ain’t up at the lodge
actin’ like “morals and dogma” ain’t up in my nog
young pike on barrage, manly sabotage
always look to god when i’m lost drifting in the fog
i’m the only one, left lying here to rot
look inside to find your worth and everything your not
square one starting spot, leaders fed to mobs
suppress the hate inside i guess, ’til heads roll or they drop

[hook] (x2)

[verse 3]
the beast takes his shape, as we contemplate
how to outrun fate, when we’re always late
imma do it ’til the sky and the earth trade place
trace life back to the first root race
distant clues for our world’s first base
was it from within or out side sp-ce?
from where do we come? is it one above?
or many who loved adam kadmon?
do you fear death or what comes next
imma make the best from the worst don’t stress
a personal legend cannot be suppressed
do what thou wilt with what i express

[hook] (x2)

[verse 4]
we arrive at the hour of the time
brought on by these divine rhymes
semper lux to all who try
and never heed the devil’s lies
i imply that i give and grind
just to find some time to die
behold the mark, walk the line
you know that balance is so fine…

- mahatma crowley

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