Absent Minded
The prophecy under rug swept
Once upon a time
there was a legend and a story that blew this wolrds mind
and there in hollywood
and there in the music industry
they beat around the bush
of the truth of what this prophecy is all about
but if you listen close enough
if you read between the lines
if you watch patiently
you will hear it with practce
of how the pieces fit
you will see how it clicks of the methods of madness of words
you will know the reason for cults
and music and movies and books
and why the world works
Its the prophecy under rug swept
its the secret that from this distance
even the gfovernment wonders how the previous generation
has yet to teach this one anyhing
but if you look ad are patient
with methods of madness in mind
listen for the letters and hints
in the songs of all types you will come to understand the slide
of all sides
should he live should he die?
should the do it should they cry?
will the future blame us?
and why does it revolve around me?
but yetr here i am all knowing still never to know
the fame i cannot see
the surprise of agod who cannot be surprised
and this his object to be craved
a power
a story
a prophecy
and hopw to do what to save the day
to turn a prophet to a god
who it is where to find him
and what tests he should face
and are we brave enough to see
who this powerhouse will put in his place?
But the two edged sword of ignorance
this veil of ignorance i wiol not speak
this dirtyrag im holding i know of i picked up from their feat
its their the under rug swept prophecy
maybe its you
maybe its me
im not sure where the storu goes
but many think they are in control
so tell me world
hopw so i know of something of this incomplete riddle
and what it means
when it has yet to be copletely released
im a noo ne a nothing
spelling mistakes and nothing up my sleeve
just piles of dirt under this rug
from a previous generation loking for fame or blame
to take this world on a ride
perhaps my own rocks thrown into the future
and here we are looking
pining
deciding
what are we to do
as these pieces of Ohs and ayes And Eyes and be's
expressed and pronounciated spell something you see
its an underground under rug swept prophecy
and who am i?
should i be afraid?
will i be ok?
and what part do u play in thios game of life?
welcome to tomorrow
today is over and tomorrow just arrived
and yesterday left on the train
today went to meet it on a jet plain
and here we are revolutionising the golden age
there was a legend and a story that blew this wolrds mind
and there in hollywood
and there in the music industry
they beat around the bush
of the truth of what this prophecy is all about
but if you listen close enough
if you read between the lines
if you watch patiently
you will hear it with practce
of how the pieces fit
you will see how it clicks of the methods of madness of words
you will know the reason for cults
and music and movies and books
and why the world works
Its the prophecy under rug swept
its the secret that from this distance
even the gfovernment wonders how the previous generation
has yet to teach this one anyhing
but if you look ad are patient
with methods of madness in mind
listen for the letters and hints
in the songs of all types you will come to understand the slide
of all sides
should he live should he die?
should the do it should they cry?
will the future blame us?
and why does it revolve around me?
but yetr here i am all knowing still never to know
the fame i cannot see
the surprise of agod who cannot be surprised
and this his object to be craved
a power
a story
a prophecy
and hopw to do what to save the day
to turn a prophet to a god
who it is where to find him
and what tests he should face
and are we brave enough to see
who this powerhouse will put in his place?
But the two edged sword of ignorance
this veil of ignorance i wiol not speak
this dirtyrag im holding i know of i picked up from their feat
its their the under rug swept prophecy
maybe its you
maybe its me
im not sure where the storu goes
but many think they are in control
so tell me world
hopw so i know of something of this incomplete riddle
and what it means
when it has yet to be copletely released
im a noo ne a nothing
spelling mistakes and nothing up my sleeve
just piles of dirt under this rug
from a previous generation loking for fame or blame
to take this world on a ride
perhaps my own rocks thrown into the future
and here we are looking
pining
deciding
what are we to do
as these pieces of Ohs and ayes And Eyes and be's
expressed and pronounciated spell something you see
its an underground under rug swept prophecy
and who am i?
should i be afraid?
will i be ok?
and what part do u play in thios game of life?
welcome to tomorrow
today is over and tomorrow just arrived
and yesterday left on the train
today went to meet it on a jet plain
and here we are revolutionising the golden age
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The prophecy under rug swept
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