Lonely Solipsist

(专辑： Prisoners - 2012)

Parrot, squatting on your throne
Mentally captured, are you?
Foot-soldered concrete
Rooted in basement
Alone
Corporeality relinquished
Fictive molecules revolt
Soliloquies like apparitions
Of a long forgotten ghost

Lonely Solipsist, sculpture squatting in a cell!
Anchored pedometry, concrete throne (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)
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?
What would happen if your trompe-l'oeil was exposed?
Bituminoid lucidity, in trafficked lumens, hides
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)
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 objectivists base knowledge on fiction anyways
Pass the blame like nested Russian Dolls, inertly decaying
Smite the epiphenomenalists! Erase those bound to faith!