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Prophet Complex
04:15
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I'm just a megalomaniacal,
Ego definable,
Barely reliable,
Mother fucker with a prophet complex,
You see it all this time,
Cos I gave it away with my eyes,
And we've been here before,
Cos I can't get you off my mind,
I mean it's understandable,
Your thoughts are admirable,
I think it's just a fucking shame,
But hay yeah,
I'm here once more,
Falling for your thoughts and your mind,
And while your sat there smiling,
I dream of whats inside,
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Sobriety is just a waste of my mind,
And ecstasy is just a waste of my time,
Reality is burns too bright for my eyes,
So I seek my redemption in the next dimension,
Oh oh,
I'm burning up,
On re-entry,
Too unknown to sooth your soul,
Maybe you'll find holes,
Maybe you'll feel whole,
Soon the world feels alive,
The little patterns they can drive,
Feel spiritual but I don't feel spirits,
Cos I'm a witness,
Not filled with sickness,
And I'll free my soul remove the walls,
Until then it's unfinished,
Higher levels higher lives higher loves,
Wider levels wider lives wider loves,
The liberation when no one's watching,
Self's an idea that their creating,
Past is future,
Instinct and nature,
Gut reaction,
Laws of attraction,
Oh come and reach the surface,
Pulling out the artificial teeth,
Come and reach the surface your too far beneath,
In the end it all depends on your belief,
It's your weight in gold,
You'll never be told,
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Don't blow like an atom bomb,
If any little thing ever goes wrong,
Just know that your ok,
Don't forget to sing along,
Your on Planet Funkatron,
And it's funking funky,
We need to try to be the the change we want to see,
We're not deranged we just want to be free,
Now listen while we explain,
The truth is the worlds not insane,
It's just that no one's in control of the game and we're all just scared and afraid,
We're all just letting go of the rains,
Well the fact of the matter is we're all just the same,
So,
Don't blow like an atom bomb,
If any little thing ever goes wrong,
Just know that your ok,
Don't forget to sing along,
Your on Planet Funkatron,
And it's funking funky,
So don't tell yourself that it's all fucked up,
Cos it's not,
But if it was we'd fix it,
We'd have a chat a cup of tea and a biscuit,
Flip your thoughts with wicked optimistic reasons,
We're all here fighting fear trying to spread some love and more cheer,
Trying to spread some potent ideas like Leary Mckenna and most of their peers,
Psychedelic,
Expanding minds demanding times call for outstanding rhymes,
That redefine philosophy science meets ontology,
Cos just a pinch of pharmacology can free from ideology,
Cos it's not fucked up no it's never fucked up,
It's just a trick of your psychology,
so,
Don't blow like an atom bomb,
If any little thing ever goes wrong,
Just know that your ok,
Don't forget to sing along,
Your on Planet Funkatron,
And it's funking funky,
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Skanky Mojo England, UK
Dissolver of Boundaries, Producer of Music, One Half of DickSock 🤤
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