Livin’ Godly (Refrain)

Praise to the Creator raise hands to the mind-inflator bind the haters with bands' instrumentalization strum for mental realization of the infinite cuz i'm into it though not every minute when i forget to eat my spiritual spinach i let u hear it all and then i'm finished until i drop to my knees and stop pleasing the easement of my flow from the rooftops till i'm eased to a trough to eat the garbage harbanged by the hard age of info and i'm a nympho-neophyte fight with Neo for the right to be declared the true cleric-prophet too scared and scarred to top it off like a Guinness i'm in this to win this war against Satan deflatin' the enemies rubber duckies struck these robbers with dub and tuck these children into the wilderness where weirdness is bliss cuz we're in this together, to gain feathers like eighties dudes i played these rude duds out in a budding feud between two families of similes one like anatomic anomalies the other like catastrophic castrations So I vent frustration with a bent and busted nation Cuts: "Sometimes I still refrain from livin' godly." I forget the calls to the divine fall into the ravine of raving behaving like a slave salivating for a salary forgot to count the calories got caught with amounts of attempts at valour that exempt me from the pallor of my diet I try it vying to get the die cast but i die too fast for this roll-call stall control my gall by hurdling it to the seas the curdling screams of seagulls see all but i freefall [freefalling] into repetition like a petty Petty Diddy did he understand the wondrous plan thunderous amongst the thoughts of a man stranded on a planet of manics only invoking Truth with a "Damn it!"? i'm provoking the youth to panic took a picnic in the closed closet disposed my deposit deposed, a hobbling hobbit, wobbling in my hobby i lobby the laboratories to give the gift of gab and stories it due place at the forefront of society for they front on its propriety that's why we be unrecognized and wrecked with lies in agony these mags on me miss the true Details i blew it at retail but prevail in e-mail [see cyril rail, a pale gandalf in a stand off]