The Church

The Church - Oxydental lyrics

rate me

Sixteen spirit voices in a menal melange

The disembodied chorus in a bucket of flange

Baby serpents dreaming at the bottom of their eggs

Occidental drone driving their legs

Somebody somewhere must have figured it out

Leaving it open for apostles of doubt

Banging on a tabla till the kingdom comes

Feel it in my fingers and my thimbles and thumbs

Einstein sent a cruiser to another dimension

Strange little beasties on the surface tension

A plague of maharishis in a post-ecstatic haze

Is this the way you've been wasting your days

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