the apostle's creed

i sit upon a cloud of nuclear waste

in haste still the assent of a goddess with a look spread on my face

as i speak in space clutching the damaged piece of a satellite

resembling remnants of a 2010 entity

centuries from the time of mankind

the planetal time

span of seconds to an immortal

transporting mortals through portals to an egyptian land

to complex architect structures and pyramids

melting parted rock with acidic chemical blood samples from? females period

i travel like the iliad but my ship sails by the cosmic whales

and intergalactic pirates telling tales

of trails left by the gods through the center of the sun when we pass the spot

jesus christ was really an ancient astronaut

i attack mastodons when i crash through ponds in the ice age

and twice laid the caves

with a system of soundwaves

and cyberkenetics

you can't escape the wrath of apathetic

the time has come for man to die

not project prophetic phonetics

fugitive prosthetic limbs for hairy?

exoskeleton extensions and cybernetic inventions

moving swiftly like thundercats

my hunger attracts rats on the train tracks

and when i rap on tracks i attract tremendous energy sources

changing forms through metamorphis

i travel darkened corridors with orbs of light and torches

? and apocalyptic horses

disappear as shadows in a forest

and disappear as shadows in a forest

non-conceptional

non-exceptional

ya

ya whole aura is plexi-glass

i take hold with truth of those

be like sand in the cracks of my hands

retaliatory silhouettes and apocalyptic glands

no matter what i find distressing me

and i can't let this stress get the best of me

though it test me on a daily basis

and trace the tracks of my tears down my cheeks and over my lips

taste the freedom

but it seems like gravity

has me chained to this pathetic land like satan's left burning in chaos

but yet i continue on with no tendencies in my subconscious

so right there's a contradiction

because i'm aware of these tendencies

so that ain't my subconscious anymore

more like courses that i conversate with

half-thirds and fourths then i slice my soul into a percentage

and i knew you wouldn't recommend it

so i wrote this letter and never sent it

cause my pain

is my pain never trouble you with my own

now i swim the waves of asphalt with no place to call home

on the lonely island see the plastic smiles and speak gibberish

at varying frequencies

burn out radio and television transmissions

or simply audible who wear the robes of righteousness

equal to we was fucked up from data overload

and here's the fact that for an hour on this road

it's more like there's a tight rope between wisdom and insanity

seems like clarity is the ever-elusive goal

when insanity has the help of the omnipotent force of gravity

non-conceptional

non-exceptional

ya

ya whole aura is plexi-glass

on the battleground

you can go to war like sudan

but i'm half-man

so you have to overstand

that the other half of me is made of liquid and steel

ain't you sick and tired of people screamin keep it real"