Luyện nghe bài hát Lonely Solipsist

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

Lonely Solipsist, sculpture in a cell!

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

of rendition on a capricious world, a pawn.
Monet for thoughts spoken never heard.
Tragic auditorium for one soul.
Manas in transcendence through an cosmos.

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

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

knowledge crush the skulls in savage rebellion.
Design by observation, erudition, so many creators 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 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!