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Progress is methodic meaning step by step.
Too much too long too many minds have slept.
As the world grows grey throw away mass produce,
What are we to do now all hell has broken loose.
The noose in the gallows is shallow like the man,
Who means and selfishly brings about the master plan.
So the rich gets richer and the poor gets suppressed,
Killing off the lesser like a parasite or pest.
In the beast we dwell never my soul I sell,
Will I kiss and tell?
Check the next episode,
As the plot thickens minds stricken with dilemma.
From the hand of the wicked the bad meaning wicked.
I'm on the other frequency for the time being,
Everything's okay as long as my third eye seeing scenery.
Thru the retina translated by the brain,
Then conveyed to the soul,
We must seize control.

All mistakes in the past I try and shut it out,
I can't be taking it no more so won't you cut it out?
All of this driving ambition I must let it out.
Sometimes I gotta do for self that's what it's all about.
Making light steps on the ground touch down in the west,
Less I be mistaken I see many bows are breaking,
But I was only shaken my cerebrals stays stable,
Lay my hands upon the table cos I'm willing and I'm able,
When the time comes I travel over to the top,
Climb higher embark like the spark in my veins bloodfire,
Try again to try my patience and you never will succeed.
My inner space attacks the master race.
My profession that is the most,
'Cos you're the listener and I'm the humble host.
So welcome to the distorted alternative view.
As the mind showing the way to the few.

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