Luyện nghe bài hát Lonely Solipsist

Parrot, squatting on your throne, mentally captured, are
concrete rooted in basement, alone.
Corporeality relinquished. Fictive revolt.
Soliloquies apparition of a long forgotten ghost.

Lonely Solipsist, sculpture in a cell!

Anchored pedometry, throne.
vocal like your inflective prose, tethered philosophy, encrypted psychiatry.

Powers of rendition on a world, a pawn.
inclination for thoughts spoken never heard.
Tragic for one Pygmalion 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 floods my eyes?
Bituminoid lucidity, in lumens, hides.
What would happen if your was exposed?
One brain stacked up eight high in perfect proportion.

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

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