Faux King Christ

[00:19.70] The illness prolific, let the wordsmith begin.
[00:27.69] Haste with reservation, neither chi or Zen
[00:35.46] Could create quite the conflict.
[00:37.64] All are not know and not seen.
[00:41.09] Eclipsed in the credit of creation. A murky at best running stream
[00:49.29] Of these men who claim contact, by pointing their limbs to the sky.
[00:54.73] They were so special and chosen, to place all this fear in disguise of
[01:02.20] Jesus Faux King Christ.
[01:05.26] A martyr symbolic to this very day
[01:08.89] A scapegoat for most I am sorry to say.
[01:12.47] Hundreds of years, of serving up fire
[01:15.99] Enough to manipulate, not to inspire
[01:19.44] Jesus Faux King Christ!
[01:21.50] Taxless and corporate in "Gambino" ways
[01:24.81] A pleasant umbrella just do what he says.
[01:30.39] Our evolution proved, that all else is fraud
[01:35.01] The sun and the moon is what I call god.
[02:40.32] The madness horrific, let your wordplay end.
[02:49.10] You've got no reservation, all just earth on the mend
[02:56.13] That's what creates your little conflict.
[02:57.75] Your ticket to ride has expired.
[03:00.70] Your owed no credit for creation, just blame for the shame you've conspired.
[03:08.42] To be all these men who have contact.
[03:11.02] You point all your hopes to the sky You are not special or chosen
[03:17.15] Just fear in disguise of Jesus Faux King Christ!
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