Correction Lyrics Source by Greydon Square

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Earth is a school
But it’s a school—you come here to learn lessons
But it’s a school where you can’t skip a grade
But you can have to repeat a grade
You don’t get it right, you have to come back and do it again until you get it right
You can’t go from kindergarten to college
It’s impossible

I can show you the source of celestial force
Follow me into the orbs
A melody forms
A mystical travelling swarm of energy gathering storms
...Realities formed for me to be powering course
Salvaging doors to different dimensions
We are the monsters managing yours

With the rhyme lord
In a time where sentient minds soar
Filling lines with the knowledge that I store
From the galaxies travelled that I’ve torn
...You’re a breathing a hard drive
Evil indeed but deceitful, the hard life
Is it really kind to the people in our lives
I am in a place that increases the archive
Many come to be under the unstrung up enough to above the conundrum
Must disrupt the undone city—a lump sum
Hasn’t really made it a choice for the unsung
...Given the ability to interrupt time the intellectual kind is impeccable
An architect rhyming, the legible minds are refining the fine to design the perpetual
Decidedly idling by
Rightfully moving, elusive you find
The movement of mine is steadily ruining rhymes
We are the grand unified
I can show you the source of celestial force
Follow me into the orbs
A melody forms
A mystical travelling swarm of energy gathering storms
...Realities formed for me to be powering course
Salvaging doors to different dimensions
We are the monsters managing yours

When I walk across the universe, the cost—it really hurts
A lost Earth deserves it
Am I really reliving the purpose?
I’m purposefully servicing serpents
I don’t really know
The ghost haunts the most
But close enough to close the minds of those who find him
Thinking about the time to move lines, I’m fine with
Figuring I’d find[?] the rhyme to tell you about the tyrant
Enough of it—have another fit
Everything under the sun—recover it
Discoveries are wondering if underneath the thundering is other sh*t
I am tired of the lies—you could smother it
Suffocating—plunder it
Be quick though
Incidents swiftly
Seem to switch places, isn’t this nifty?
Emptiness sends the instant home sickly
I am at a point that I could forget simply
The mystery, missed it, mystic, mythical twisted cryptic
Listin’ a gifted, lifted
High above realms I have mentioned
I am not like you—ballistic
More than this, it is important—a message
Hidden inside is a dormant informant
Frightening those who look forward
The source’s within you ignore it
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I can show you the source of celestial force
Follow me into the orbs
A melody forms
A mystical travelling swarm of energy gathering storms
...Realities formed for me to be powering course
Salvaging doors to different dimensions
We are the monsters managing yours

Too much above to account for
Reality on the ground floor
Even with us drilling down towards
We’d only leave if we found source
Me? I’m too deep in the sound forge
Just to give up an ounce more
Creativity—the outpour
In every belief I renounce lords
...Rocket flames spit it often
A simple synapse in a cosmic brain as they all shift blame ‘till it’s nauseous
Logic strained
...Cost insane—it’s a coffin
I’d rather be found in a beef rawed[?] woke as a peac*ck broke in a costume
Lost in fame
It’s Leo, Donny, Raff, Mikey, all in one sound
We’re trying to find out what existence really is
Seeing if it’s turtles all the way down
Realities reassembled resemble the dense symbolism of alien ground
Keep your third eye open for ‘em—’cause they be abound

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