I am an Esoterrorist
I will slit reality's wrists
With a blade made of paradoxes that I'm gripping in my Thiefist
If you really want to hear
Put the Thiefist in your ear
We mean what we sound like
We're an anamanapia
And our cuts go deep
Way, way past the fascia
I keep the flow going like hemophilia
I can clot with the future man
(you have no idea)
Cause you're trapped in the Jurassic, cast in tree sap mosquito
Au contraire man round here we say "one count 3... yeah!"
My wand works well
I can spell "mekalekahia!"
Where's the volume knob bob?
I really want to turn the beat up
Once I turn it up, I stay up
I am insomnia
I can eat a beat all day, cause I stay at the cafeteria
Hey little lunch lady, give me my blade back
I want to slay your Gila Monster
You are and Esoterrorist
You will slit reality's wrists
With a blade made of paradoxes that you're gripping in your Thiefist
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I stand on my two sticks
I start a fire betwixt them
To burn my ego like: "Witch!"
And, to let the Other in like Lilo and Stitch®
"Me threw switch"
Thats just to uncover all my evil habits
I had to lance that exorcyst
I'm an involubricationist
Check out this info-mist:
"I think you posture is a masochist"
Saying "stand straight up, spine made up, with your 7 to the sky and your feet to the beta."
Moma-baby-water put me back harder.
Right back into the earth-child larder
I want ransom
No barter
We are Esoterrorists
We will slit reality's wrists
With blades made of paradoxes that we're gripping in our Thiefists
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