Luyện nghe bài hát Lonely Solipsist

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

Solipsist, sculpture squatting in a cell!

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

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

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

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

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

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