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The Agonist - Lonely Solipsist Lyrics

Parrot, squatting on your throne, mentally captured, are you? Foot-soldered concrete, rooted in basement, alone. Corporeality relinquished. Fictive molecules revolt. Soliloquies like apparitions of a long forgotten ghost.
Lonely Solipsist, sculpture squatting in a cell! Anchored pedometry, concrete throne. Posture vocal like your inflective prose, tethered philosophy, encrypted psychiatry.
Powers of rendition on a capricious world, a pawn. Monet inclination for thoughts spoken - never heard. Tragic auditorium for one Pygmalion soul. Manas in transcendence through an infinite cosmos.
Destruction. Destruction is the ultimate creation so, your children, don't regret. Like those to their divine inventions, like all to the Planet.
So, Lonely Solipsist, what would happen if your trompe-l'oeil was exposed? One brain stacked up eight heads high in perfect proportion. Gravid knowledge crush the skulls in savage rebellion.
Design by observation, translated erudition, so many creators cognitively collide like a pride of pansychics. Upon whom redounds this insistent obloquy?
Power of observer granted power of intent. The Painter's brush, the Writer's words, the sinners repent.
I declare this pen a syringe! Injecting foreign brains! Obligor objectivists base knowledge on fiction anyways. Pass the blame like nested Russian Dolls, inertly decaying. Smite the epiphenomenalists! Erase those bound to faith!


(Gracias a Santiago V por esta letra)