LIVIN' GODLY (REFRAIN)

Praise to the Creator
raise hands to the mind-inflator
bind the haters with bands'
instrumentalization
strum for mental realization
of the infinite
cuz i'm into it
though not every minute
when i forget to eat my spiritual spinach
i let u hear it all and then i'm finished
until i drop to my knees
and stop pleasing the easement
of my flow from the rooftops
till i'm eased to a trough
to eat the garbage harbanged
by the hard age of info
and i'm a nympho-neophyte
fight with Neo for the right
to be declared the true cleric-prophet
too scared and scarred to top it
off like a Guinness
i'm in this to win this war against Satan
deflatin' the enemies rubber duckies
struck these robbers with dub and tuck these
children into the wilderness
where wierdness is bliss
cuz we're in this together,
to gain feathers like eighties dudes
i played these rude duds out in a budding feud
between two families of similes
one like anatomic anomalies
the other like catastrophic castrations
So I vent frustration with a bent and busted nation

Cuts: "Sometimes I still refrain from livin' godly."

I forget the calls to the divine
fall into the ravine of raving
behaving like a slave salivating for a salary
forgot to count the calories
got caught with amounts of attempts at valour
that exempt me from the pallour of my diet
I try it
vying to get the die cast
but i die too fast for this roll-call
stall
control my gall
by hurdling it to the seas
the curdling screams of seagulls see all
but i freefall [freefalling]
into repetition
like a petty Petty Diddy
did he
understand the wondrous plan
thunderous amongst the thoughts of a man
stranded on a planet of manics
only invoking Truth with a "Damn it!"?
i'm provoking the youth to panic
took a picnic in the closed closet
disposed my deposit
deposed, a hobbling hobbit,
wobbling in my hobby
i lobby the laboratories
to give the gift of gab and stories
it due place at the forefront of society
for they front on it's propriety
that's why we be
unrecognized
and wrecked with lies in agony
these mags on me
miss the true Details
i blew it at retail
but prevail in e-mail

[see cyril rail, a pale gandalf in a stand off]