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melanin 9 – marble كلمات اغاني

[intro]
“i believe that the growth in my head, this one right here, i think that it is not really a tumor, that it is in fact, a new organ, a new part of the brain.”

[verse 1]
yo
i appear ashamed and nervous
standing at the gates of my brain circuit
planets arranged beneath the cranium surface
led by satans with pagan servants
faces with turbulence
blood stains on frame paintings of persians
malaysian virgins
nurture defiance of disconsolate routes of stress
from galaxies with holes in their flesh
approaching the steps
knock the pale painting off the door as i opened it left
between the interweaving cortex
beneath the floor boards is where i saw death
headless in the cold p-ssage
as it’s guts expose acid
the night stops, the solar revolving the atlas
ghost forms in the smoke swarms of the chalice
dope and tablets, in the walls quote the madness
c0ke is gambling
bettin’ my brain cells to save from famine
walk past the slave hanging with the face of amin
swinging like a pendulum in the cavern
screams of torture in the endless hallway
watch the djinns dance in the séance
as the chords play, the ouija board breaks
the storm shakes the crooked mansion
hooded phantoms
circling the core sp-ce of my expansion
orbiting my pituitary gland stem
haunted with madmen
who slaughter and burn wh0r-s with victorian lanterns
i face the court standing
awaiting faith in the reinforced frame of granite
with tortured slaves and addicts

[chorus]
“i k!lled a man who k!lled a man, or maybe then i didn’t k!ll a man? i can never know for sure if i k!lled him or not, and not knowing is maybe worse than knowing.”
“after all, there is nothing real outside our perception of reality.”
“i can never know for sure if i k!lled him or not, and not knowing is maybe worse than knowing.”

[verse 2]
standing in the strands of my medulla
seven gangsters fill the room up with straps to shoot up
counting caps behind my gland spans a tumor
filled with star cl-sters
beneath a magnetic storm boards of form combustion
i walk towards the substance
past abortion, war and corruption
staring through my cortex circ-mference
imbalanced fiends
swallowing aspirins with anti-freeze
memory banks bury the fabrics of a tampered dream
wrapped between the vibratory molecules of a conscious thought in solitude
he wore solid jewels, where comets fly
on cobblestone rocks beneath a busted light
peering over doctors in white
draggin’ bodies from graveyards
splicing genetics behind a stained gl-ss
my mind is the karma
worship by the shrines of shambhala
full of psychotic carvers and crime sagas
like writers from harvard
vipers and harlots, primers who target
like the battle between osiris and darkness
modern life is so heartless
thunder and light stabs the third eye’s compartment
which unveils the seat of the soul
dressed in an electric velvet robe
staring through an etheric telescope
the lens auras of death smell
corn rows resemble chemtrails
on dead males, hollow tip sh-lls
watching murderers perfect stealth under a dress veiled deceiving truth
feeding of social unrest like indonesian troops in east timor
my cavity streams the eastern sea board
looping heart beats on keyboards
holes carved in concrete floor from c4
mines planted blew the limbs of a child in the search to find harvest
another life tarnished
six billion bloodlines inscribed on parchment
defines reasons why all life binds from carbon
all life binds from carbon

[outro]
“he was a man that was begging and pleading, and praying, and he was ‘please, god’n all over the place. so i told him he could have a half hour to pray to god, and if god could come down to change the circ-mstances. but god never showed up, and he never changed the circ-mstances.”

- melanin 9

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