Common Market - My Pathology lyrics

rate me

Aiyo – below the terra firma'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 remit 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 – 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 – maybe you're too late... (X2)