Luyện nghe bài hát Lonely Solipsist

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

Lonely Solipsist, sculpture in a cell!

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

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

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

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

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

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