Verse 1, by Ripdae La Wise: The animals in this neighborhood are complaining in unison as the sky becomes black. A so called pseudo-nighttime is hardly appreciated by things that bark, hiss, growl or claw in the dark. They don't want food, or more time outside, they want the sky to be normal & stop hiding its eye. In a time of social unrest, the divine loses itself to showcase where on the hierarchy we perpetually sit, and the water flows cutting into the unwrapped gifts. You can't really teach genuine hatred or genuine love, ones own experience is what creates votes or pitchforks for the head of a club. So the unborn will probably become smart enough to place a ribbon around their neck, to take the power away from those who want to kill it in attempt to assert dominance. Mumbling is the present seed & it seems like a form of protest against the babies who cry the loudest, they can whine for a change all they like but obviously that ultimately won't create what they claim they want to establish.
Quran, Bible, Torah, Quran, Bible, Torah, etc. welcome to pride where the proud march around showing off their cobras. The term fits, you parade around your pride most likely you're a hypocrite. Well, I haven't found a prideful 'your majesty' who isn't one of those kind of hypos. If we live to serve them then society is doomed for a hellish echo. Quran, Bible, Torah, Quran, Bible, Torah, etc. if you only see negative then clearly your disbelief is derived from hatred. Holy text has something for everyone from a sane to the insane, or hypocritical to relate to, & if you don't see that then clearly your mind is warped, shaped, & wrapped in the inSADnity you project onto religious people.
Chorus: Low crevices, hierarchy now, watch me tear down...
Verse 2, by Carl Yvan Prévil: Un des Hommes se trouva sur le même terrain rempli d’herbes, un jour. Il ne pouvait voir la Destinée disparue, mais il pouvait voir l’espace laissé par un corps. Et cela l’intrigua parce qu’il savait que l’herbe couchée n’était pas dans le plan de la Destinée.
credits
from Nothing in the abyss surprises me,
released October 27, 2017
Composed by Ripdae La Wise.
French guest vocals performed & written by Carl Yvan Prévil.
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