Luyện nghe bài hát Lonely Solipsist

Parrot, squatting on throne, mentally captured, are you?
Foot-soldered concrete in basement, alone.
Corporeality relinquished. Fictive revolt.
Soliloquies apparition of a long forgotten ghost.

Lonely Solipsist, squatting in a cell!

pedometry, concrete throne.
Posture vocal like your inflective prose, philosophy, encrypted psychiatry.

Powers of on a capricious world, a pawn.
inclination for thoughts spoken never heard.
Tragic auditorium for one soul.
Manas in through an infinite cosmos.

Destruction.
Destruction is the creation so, your children, dont regret.

Like those to divine inventions, like all to the planet.
So, Lonely Solipsist, what rhyparography my eyes?
Bituminoid lucidity, in lumens, hides.
would happen if your trompe-loeil was exposed?
One brain up eight heads high in perfect proportion.

Gravid crush the skulls in savage rebellion.
Design by observation, translated erudition, so many cognitively collide like a pride of pan-psychics.
Upon whom redounds this insistent obloquy? Power of observer granted power of intent. The Painters the Writers words, the sinners repent.
I this pen a syringe! Injecting foreign brains!

Obligor base knowledge on fiction anyways.
Pass the blame like nested Russian Dolls, inertly decaying. Smite the epiphenomenalism! those bound to faith!