Luyện nghe bài hát Lonely Solipsist

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

Solipsist, sculpture squatting in a cell!

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

of rendition on a capricious world, a pawn.
Monet inclination for thoughts never heard.
Tragic for one Pygmalion soul.
in transcendence through an infinite cosmos.

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

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

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

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