Morbid Abakus

Blindfolded when I swing blades
 Cursed version of Cronus – my theses
 Find god in geometry like Archimedes
 Trace my vanishing point; fill the hollow with light from lasers
 Make the mind state change like cloud formations
 As star patterns split beams expose flaws in our time
 Hidden complexes dematerialize
 I'm silent-bomb-type, exit like Houdini – you couldn't see me
 With a microchip and a tracker in each knee
 As I climb to find the highest peak
 Fight the shadows of defeat
 I'm Neo moving anti-clockwise until this cypher is complete
 False prophets are the first to seek the shelter of cocoons
 Like a new-born retreating back into its mother's womb
 Outta this world, I search space like quantum physicists
 Scaled the mountain like Moses
 Only to find out where the lizard lives
 I crush imbeciles and elevate seers
 My order's silent mystics that levitate above fear
 Colony of monks – who's the abbot here?
 Unplugged the mind-control device like system saboteurs
 Took self on an odyssey, low key like Odin's seed
 Language mathematical, let digits set the oldest scene
 From the point of origin beyond the species after us
 Checking one, two over the microphone abacus
 Took self on an odyssey, low key like Odin's seed
 Language mathematical, let digits set the oldest scene
 From the point of origin beyond the species after us
 Checking one, two, one, two
 To recognize the order inside organised chaos
 I roll solo, radiate out like the archetype of the logos
 Trace the movement of the gods' heavenly steps
 Lifespan pre-set; eye-con-artists the pretext
 Moving targets, our crow armies converge on crowds of men
 We're far from innocent, mentally trained on busted tenements
 Immune to pressures from religious sects
 Stay fighting till our own dominant
 Thoughts find a way to manifest
 Insulate the mind against lobotomized societies, dribbling
 The most traitorous turn on the sibling
 Many milling for millions though the system's belittling
 I honour family bonds like I'm Sicilian, ape-shit like simian
 I grind elbows-deep in the dirt with root fingers
 Spinning optics cloud the mind like mood swingers
 I cast spells like spider webs
 Used to rest my head on temple steps,
 Icicle rhymes upon my breath
 Now I'm perfecting the method in the madness,
 Mountains out of anthills
 My lungs pack cess, vocals caught up in semantics
 Imperial, ears upon the great work of The Master
 Whose concept's in complex patterns like Venus fractures
 I'm on an odyssey, low key like Odin's seed
 Language mathematical, let digits set the oldest scene
 From the point of origin beyond the species after us
 Checking one, two over the microphone abacus
 Took self on an odyssey, low key like Odin's seed
 Language mathematical, let digits set the oldest scene
 From the point of origin beyond the species after us
 Checking one, two, one, two