Sin-Esthesia Lyrics – The Beat Poets
Singer: The Beat Poets
Title: Sin-Esthesia
Cataclysmic arhythmia
Breath of life so spastic it gives me a trivia to keep asking what it is in the light that I bask in
Or the passion of blasting my magic across the planet
Or a spasm in your abdomen
That’s when I abandon end
Friends drifting off into a space of open stranded mandates
Mind shift expansion plates
Tension raise sedated
Hate no more, just get elated
Get with the glitch
Leaving at times on the ether blip
Width
A reefer spliff or them to get your fix plus your gift of gab
Gets stabbed in the eargasm
Cosmic winds cause subliminal spins
Scratch invisible turntable disc
Get your, get your, get your, get your, get your, get your
Freak on beyond the dawn of sweet songs in the astral we blendin’ into each other
Synesthesia
Colors sending frequency signals through the speakers
Theologian preachers send positive signals amidst the meager
The of the weaker is superior we all equal in this region of true believers
The divine essence of assuming leaders
Resume the leisure
Nothing going wrong
There is no moral compass to confess to
The rhythm we bless through makes us feel we’re meant to touch a star with our tongues and speak sparks with the drum
Cataclysms panoramic and fanaticism
Watch the madness
Where fashion lies
These aphorisms crush our planets, crack by damage
Impact manage, contact eminent
Sent from systems missions essential for civilization
Symbols of hatred and sinful attempt to shift the angels with
Everyone’s safe from the storms
Destinations same as the source
Patients, don’t force it, even when the pain is enormous
Forty thousand leagues
Past the fake and fascinating boundaries
B-b-b-b-boom, Shiva tomb reader
Spoon feature to true seekers who fuse ethers
Future music
Seasons shift we see the split between secret chakras
Lunar moon our comfort soon to transmuting apocalypse
Bhagavata
Soak in power, open like a flower
From the tower
Guise us from the fog of thoughts, all that we devour
Our cathedrals of desire built on compromised foundations shaky, no structural integrity
But hey, let’s build another wing, possibly a with limo tint on all the windows of course
And extra deadbolts on all the doors, fortified to keep our empty treasure chest protected
Rebirth, re-death, now we’re numb for resurrection
Boom boom goes the speakers in the room
Doom doom, feel the wobble of the moon
Bump bump is the dumping of the drum
Thump thump is the pumping of the sun
Boom boom goes the speakers in the room
Doom doom, feel the wobble of the moon
Bump bump is the dumping of the drum
Thump thump is the pumping of the sun
Boom boom goes the speakers in the room
Doom doom, feel the wobble of the moon
Bump bump is the dumping of the drum
Thump thump is the pumping of the sun
Boom boom goes the speakers in the room
Doom doom, feel the wobble of the moon
Bump bump is the dumping of the drum
Thump thump is the pumping of the sun
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