Luyện nghe bài hát Lonely Solipsist

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

Solipsist, sculpture squatting in a cell!

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

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

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

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

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

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