My Pathology

Aiyo – below the terra ferma's the murmur of many men
 Resonatin' the predication of RA's eponym
 It requires a higher degree of thought to transmit
 Elevate above the base and retrace the semantics
 Incommensurately we've been held incommunicado
 From commoner to commodore – they breed bravado
 I exercise authority over the lesser ranks
 We rally and tally up at the shores of the West Bank
 The shottie lick the body politic – feel the kickback, son
 Pardon the warden to permit that one
 Sinkin' solemnly into the vein of my pathology
 I maintain the etymology of "I" defy chronology
 Copy me, cosmically I seek to be laconic and terse
 The meek shall admonish the earth
 While the merits of inheritance are gainfully pealed
 They symbolism of nepotism is painfully real
 The provisioners of policy are plottin' my demise
 In addition, the aristocracy's blockin' the uprise
 The commandant's callin' for change by any means
 I've seen heaven and hell; it feels strange in between
 Never settle – the medal pacifies rebel troops
 But truth is the honor in the eyes of the resolute
 Press on – employ the pen to postulate upon it
 Verily I perform the pass summarily – you wonder why?
 They say that he was born that way
 They can't imagine havin' to go on that way
 Maybe if you pray for him he'll be drawn from the fray
 Or maybe (WHAT?) maybe he's OK... (X2)
 Sharin' hymns with the seraphims – praise in polyphonic fashion
 The action reanimates the catatonic
 Aid the abject and abjure the apathetic
 Positive polarity and the draw is magnetic
 They lurch and reel trynna reverse the field but can't manage
 The pull of my sign aligns planets
 Secrets comin' out in the wash of the ebb tide
 Those who sought found; those who fled died
 To the sight deprived sound might provide solace
 The scholars of applied sciences supply the knowledge
 Upon the foundation we erect the edifice – make it known
 We dedicate the corner stone to Aeschylus
 Fortified with more than 45's – master the art of war
 You blast trouble, but the struggle endures
 Emaciated, the contemplative will kill for a drink
 If not methodically restrained by the chain link
 From my solid form I liquefy to be absorbed by the river
 Stand re-delivered to mi amour
 Chant "freedom" in their face and abase my captors
 With grace I placate and await the rapture
 In this colony I've seen atrocities personified
 Still unable to affect the sovereignty of the allied
 It's the balance – they're challengin' your will to achieve
 Imprison my coalition but the vision's still free...
 He had to have been born that way
 A great many show envy towards the Lord's protégé
 And maybe if you pay for it he'll perform a display
 Or maybe (WHAT?) maybe you're too late... (X2)