Holoking - Wise Fools lyrics

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The wise fools had their pockets full of scriptures

Knowledge for their crown but their goblet full of liquor

Profit from the selling and they sold

So no wonder that they found something missing

Like the garments of that emperor

The wise fools had their pockets full of scriptures

Knowledge for their crown but their wallets full of riches

Profit from the selling and they sold

So no wonder that they found something missing

Like the garments of that emperor

Serenity in silence but no calming of the temple

Evolving but revolving and reversed

Like the waters of the Earth when it out on that Ecuador

And it’s spinning

Counterclockwise, an ironic plot line

Like the end is the beginning or the entrance is the exit

Perspective, it’s subjective, it is theory

It’s opinion that’s effected so easy ‘cause retched souls needy

Two directions, exile…complicate its own weavings

No easy way to seize the day along evenings

I woke dreaming alone, beating a sweat drop

‘Cause sleeping over red hot coal should know you rest not

A desktop reality yeah, but we connect not

Flesh rot, dead eye from stressed out

Nowhere fast, that’s a direct route, cash moves everything around

The wise fools had their pockets full of scriptures

Knowledge for their crown but their goblet full of liquor

Profit from the selling and they sold

So no wonder that they found something missing

Like the garments of that emperor

The wise fools had their pockets full of scriptures

Knowledge for their crown but their wallets full of riches

Profit from the selling and they sold

So no wonder that they found something missing

Like the garments of that emperor

The wise fools had their pockets full of scriptures

Knowledge for their crown but their wallets full of riches

Profit from the selling and they sold

Harnessing all out strength from the sun…

Archangels by daylight but late night were werewolves

Barefoot perusing the province plotting

But careful, careful terrible things happen that was unbearable

High waters need a yacht, a proper sailing boat

Yelling submarine dreams spotting out the periscope

But mountains turn to Moses into towns and locals are like particles

Molecules weren’t high enough for aerial, so

What’s the scenario, problems, we all got them from solving the rock bottom

And ominous clouds strutting the heavens, the dreaded outlook

When this is just euphemisms, childhoods…

Attempting to make lemonade out of lemons

But still it just ain’t as quenching

…this is not liberation, this is not independence

The wise fools had their pockets full of scriptures

Knowledge for their crown but their goblet full of liquor

Profit from the selling and they sold

So no wonder that they found something missing

Like the garments of that emperor

The wise fools had their pockets full of scriptures

Knowledge for their crown but their wallets full of riches

Profit from the selling and they sold

So no wonder that they found something missing

Like the garments of that emperor