Orgone - Vomited Hyacinths [First Act of Beauty] (Outcome) | Текст песни

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Genre: Technical/Progressive Death/Jazz Fusion

...And then,
through a spray-painted window, he faintly saw the ceramic blue jay break from
its plaster and begin its baptismal flight. With a single flutter of its wing,
he evaporated, shedding all form. He flew from a restrained Victorian balcony
and collected armies in his hands, turning paid mercenaries into skinny,
red-faced orators. He swam laps in rural water towers, mimicking the collision
of ocean and rain. Every unseen chamber of torture was unearthed, as a flurry
of elegant cows trampled bank vaults and unrecognized slaves projected diaries
into the skyline, naming names. Wealthy self-help gurus, flamboyant princes and
demented occultists vomited hyacinths, revolted by their first act of beauty.
Missile silos refused the emerging freedom, firing cylindrical rounds which
landed on themselves. The tops of helicopters turned into ceiling fans,
relieving the arid desert and obelisks crumbled into snowballs, which women
pelted at their senators. With delight, he watched his final lesson unravel.

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