Solefald - The New Timelessness | Текст песни

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Proprietors of Red and Priests against Prozak
Propose one hour of messianic Mozart
Wolfgang Amadeus a.k.a. Muzak
Got himself a VISA and went wild in the popmart

The 23rd player thrashing the rest of his team
Flashed his ability to discard the mainstream
Largo to presto he grieves the accelerando's finite
Headphones on tight more beats per minute

Stepping on his watch enters the state of Freedia
Stepping on his watch enters the state of Freedia
Fucking the hostility inherent in the media
Fucking the hostility inherent in the media

From chronological to kairological
Measure of the linear time

Unjustly installed as the distinguo between
Work and pleasure serial time
Personal sublime immortalizing the point
On the time that's meandered in a circle

The revolution of all the small parts
That constitute the cosmos in which you speed
For a paradise moving just ahead
Slightly faster

Middle-aged monster get out of here
Cyclical patterns don't fit your square ear
Sensing so slowly you mistake the Sunset of Sole
For the longed-for legendary sunrise of old

Your sexist ratio pervades the hearts
Your racist sexio misinterprets the arts
Decay's seized your censorial protection
The only thing evil's your own perception

Middle-aged monster get out of here
Cyclical patterns don't fit your square ear

Your sexist ratio pervades the hearts
Your racist sexio misinterprets the arts

Proprietors of Red and Priests against Prozak
Propose one hour of messianic Mozart
Wolfgang Amadeus a.k.a. Muzak
Got himself a VISA and went wild in the popmart

The 23rd player thrashing the rest of his team
Flashed his ability to discard the mainstream

Stepping on his watch enters the state of Freedia
Fucking the hostility inherent in the media

From chronological to kairological
Measure of the linear time

Unjustly installed as the distinguo between
Work and pleasure serial time
Personal sublime immortalizing the point
On the time that's meandered in a circle

The revolution of all the small parts
That constitute the cosmos in which you speed
For a paradise moving just ahead
Slightly faster

We rest on day seven
On day eight we blast heaven

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