[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 to be shaking nervous Standing at the gates of my brain circuit Planets arranged beneath the cranium surface Led by satans repugnant servants Faces with turbulence Blood stains on frame paintings of Persians Malaysian virgins Nursing defiance of disconsolate routes of stress From galaxies [?] Approaching the steps Knock the pale painting of the door as I opened it left Between the interweaving cortex Beneath the floor boards is where I saw d**h Headless in the cold pa**age As it's guts expose acid The night stops, the solar revolves in the atmos Ghost forms in the smoke swarms of the chalice Token tablets, in the wombs coke the madness Coke 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 [?] The storm shakes the crooked mansion Hooded phantoms Circling the core space of my expansion Orbit my opportunity, glanced them Haunted with madmen A slaughtered and burned horse with Victorian lanterns I face the core standing Awaiting faith in the reinforced frame of granite With torturers, slaves and addicts [Chorus] “I k**ed a man who k**ed a man, or maybe than I didn't k** a man? I can never know for sure if I k**ed 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**ed him or not, and not knowing is maybe worse than knowing.” [Verse 2] Standing on the strands of my madulla Seven gangsters full of room up their straps to shoot up Counting caps behind my gland expanse of tumor Filled with star clusters Beneath a magnetic storm boards of form combustion I walk towards the substance Past the boards for war and corruption
Staring through my cortex of conference Imbalanced veins Swallowing aspirins with anti-freeze Memory banks buried in fabrics of a temper dream Wrapped between the vibratory molecules of a conscious thought in solitude He was solid juice [?] Cobblestone rocks beneath the roughened land Peering over darkness of wet Dragon bodysuit graveyards Splashing genetics behind a stained gla** My mind is the karma Worship by the shrines of Shambhala Full of psychotic carvers and crime stalkers like rions from Harvard Vipers and harlots, primacy targets Like the battle between Osiris and darkness Modern life is so heartless [?] Which involves the seed and the soul Dressed in an electric velvet role Staring through a neferric telescope The lens odors of d**h smell Corn rows resemble chem trails On d**h mells some punitive shelves Watching murderers perfect stealth under a dress velve deceiving truth Feeding of social unrest like Indonesian troops in East Timor My cavity streams the Eastern sea board Looping hard beats on keyboards Holes carved in concrete floor from C4 Mines planted blew the limbs of a child in the search of to find harvest Another live tarnished Six billion bloodlines scrapped on parchment Defines reasons why all life binds from carbon All life binds from carbon [Chorus] “I k**ed a man who k**ed a man, or maybe than I didn't k** a man? I can never know for sure if I k**ed 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**ed him or not, and not knowing is maybe worse than knowing.” [Outro] “He was a man that was begging and pleading, and praying, and he was pleasing God 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 circumstances. But God never showed up, and he never changed the circumstances.”