Luyện nghe bài hát Lonely Solipsist

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

Lonely Solipsist, squatting in a cell!

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

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

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

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

Gravid knowledge the skulls in savage rebellion.
Design by observation, translated erudition, so many creators cognitively 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 pen a syringe! Injecting foreign brains!

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