paroles de chanson Moon Stalker - Spoony

Inwardly indulging in a bounty of colors
Light leaps from limb to limb
I whisper I am an other
As synapses collapse
The milk from the all-mother
Surges seeping through my veins
And veins of my brother
Spectral lights and scepter knights
Battle under the cover of dark clouds
And shrouds of the third eye bend and bow
To the crown
It's lying so heavy now
I'm feeling slightly aroused
Beaming upon the crowd
It grows increasingly loud
All in my head now
I'm craving a new sound yuh
Uploaded and knowing that knowledge is just exploding
Exponentially growing your aura is surely showing
Might from the mountain Gods
Imbue me with staggering odds
I nod like i understand the vernacular
Attacking like a virus spectacular
Chemically forecasting rain
Like a bullet was lodged inside of ya scapula

Cookin' up some heavenly lines
Saint of the Spatula
Lookin Blade and Bob Ross combined
Painting Dracula
I been acting up
And you been packing up
Cause when I bounce ya glue words off my rubber skin
They just come bouncing back atcha
That's ricochet and I'm like a pick away
Ditched my bike in hopes of being captain of the kick ball team
How the heck'd it happen
It was all a ruse
I'm too confused my ego bruised
Suckin energy just like mosquitos
N I'm in a noose
Turn anger in I'm Anakin I'm panicking
Cause everything I thought was real at first
Has now been vanishing
Stripped of more force than sands eroded from the shores
I explode from hidden doors like planned aborted Trojan horse

Giving medulla control
Commandeering truth to flow
I'm living now in the know
Cathartic from head to toe
Let's take this show on the road
Load bearing murder of crows
Growing pythons strike the heel too slow
Opposition chewing gristle washing dishes
Best regards and warmest wishes
Chromosome sharing sons of bitches
Lashes with leashes my niches
Expanding like the lungs of kittens
Now listen
This anecdotal tale is not a common occurrence
But when lighting strikes again
It's much safer to have insurance
Multiplying and dying cells are so magically discerning
In the meantime that darkness is sporadically yearning
Churning uncouth unruly and turning and constantly burning
To upset raise unrest all success no journey

The struggle for your power
Is a juggle every hour
Minute, second, nano second counter
Rounding all the decimals
Now frowning like a flounder
Ass gon' wind up in a chowder
Up to you now
Find out whether space deserving focus
Inner or the outer