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Curiosity Shop
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Deca
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[voice samples] This can turn any metal into gold Well, yes I— I have already found the secret to this powerful force I would like to show you how this principle works on a human being Take him down to the cellar This sure is a spooky place What's down there? [Deca and voice samples] Monkey paws, shrunken heads Esoteric Boy Scouts in aprons and a red fez Keepers of an Eden snake's knowledge Or pharaoh's secrets that trace the lineage to high priests in Egypt The Babel Tower builders, knowеrs and initiates Solvin' quantum Rubik's Cubes, decodin' arithmеtic (But wait) Somethin' ‘bout the general vibe made my knee jerk The alchemist's pursuits led to gain-of-function research Kill your morbid fascination with the strange And the sickly trees that sprang from the offspring of Cain You'll know ‘em by their fruits or lack thereof Identify the weeds gaining ground and pull ‘em by the roots like hair plugs Bald-faced lies, power driven Gollums In a cave hoarding pseudo knowledge of the cosmic algorithm With state craft ties and all-seein' eagle eyes, be advised: Careful who and what you deify I heard your allegory shrouded the eternal But peeled the layers back and found a nihilistic kernel Ego-based mystery for mystery's sake Counter to the highest high pullin' fish from this lake Take it slow, hold my head below the H2O Where lotuses and lilies grow in golden ratios Far from the futurist's transhuman new religion And charlatans passin' off their hubris as wisdom [Deca and voice samples] Webelos seeking gold deep below Thumbin' through the secret scrolls Watchin' crows and salamanders decompose The sweetness of a rose should be your only goal Joyful tears that flood the dry earth to feed your lonely soul (I'll remember that) Pay no mind to curiosities and sphinx riddles Grimoires, coded language, and magic sigils And leave the hive-minded to their solemn oaths and secrecy Beneath the tree of polar opposites and lower frequencies I believe in miracles but not magic bullets And approach my soapbox pulpit with monastic focus A tiny fraction of this whole galactic magnum opus Watchin' globalists scour the planet like a plague of locusts It's death from above across the globe Philosophic pyrite they turn to lead for death squads to lock and load Hard to transmute the rage pressure breeds When they murder all our prophets and fill their pockets with (Gold)
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