Midnight In The Garden of Good

Midnight in the Garden of Good..

[Holocaust]

This being of age old grace, architect Holocaust

Moss back, Antideluvian data plate

Embedded and preserved, expired, current departed

Lyrics crash across ya head, now unzippen ya face

Former antique, kissing crocodiles, flight bound

Tear open ya flesh like presents and thinner nightgowns

Tut slow down, you'll never catch Mr. Applebee

In some flaming town, you'll bury yaself, the greediest

Death before riches, kingdom of good barbarians

Circumstances of development leading up to the previous

Where the day takes you, placed within the sun

Crush all the village cowards, devour 'til sin is done

One bag of bones, children gather, Easter egg hunt

Afterwards, fruit, bon-bons and safari punch

Branded hollow planet, period of adjustment

Back to the hanging gardens and lavish the fake lunch

Plantation memories, stone monolith choicebound

Hoist down the use of human beings of voice sound

In the prairie fields, the poppies blow

All the crosses, row and row

They are the dead, short days ago

They lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow

The torch be yours, to hold it high

If ye break faith with us, who dies?

Loved and were loved, and now they lie

cuz they didn't live life, from the ground to the sky

[Chorus 3X: Holocaust]

Silver ants and golden beetles crawling throughout my paragraphs

Father architect, to peal the lemon and share a drag

Snow creek lime, draw lyrics that float and colorize

Butterscotch ladybugs, candy-cane butterflies

[Holocaust]

In-line skates in a pillowcase, swinging at ya face

The sound through a combination of sounds or it's representation

In writing or printing, the text of a vocal theme

Salamander slithers into a stream where glitters fiend

Calm unique, cinema fantastique, the true castle

We build the new chapples, still bobbing for blue apples

Tackle and shackle, recycling wordage and best far

The Titantic artifacts on waterfront restaurant

World War 3, entrees, pickled and cripple me

Aqua-taxi verbalism torch, ticketed separately

Ice laid in waters, all thrill to the heroic

Hair pins, twists and turns, bottles exploded

Tomorrow land, news flash, Baskin Robbins and Hagen Das

Lens Crafter articles cleansing open ya noggin flaws

Views of marine life, mystifyingly true

Rob ya scores of curiousities, it's just a rhyming see-through

Flew first class, ideal baby pandas, koalas

Go mix Pina Coladas and experience my Kitanas

Those Mephostophales, Beezelbub, Lucifierian lifestyle

Black mambo, king snake, desert gecko, the cowardly

Waffle show club, foot polly, slobbing for penny

Dirty six-legged pigs from New Guinea, Eric and Minnie

For the jealous always tell us that the enemy envies hatred

And the deciteful lust read it, shed off infinity facelifts

Takes one to know, land mammals return to sea

and the water turns to blood, chew cotton candy with glee

[Chorus 2X]

[Holocaust]

Hang 'em high, dripping, overlooking the rolling vineyards

Sunset stroll, hand-picked the green raisins

Rocky mountain strawberries, leisure suit for the tastebuds

My speech rinses flesh from the fossils of seenications

Seem patient, wasting time now, slim-fitten crewmen

The insects and the creatures tell riddles of dim-witted humans

One man aircraft carrier, personelle

No drinking during the sermon, extinguish the serpent tail

What mockery have thee traded for thy precious soul?

The voice being starfruit or dragon fruit, re-evaluate choice

Merry-go-rounds, monkey bars, neck climbs and curvy slides

Balance beams and hide-aways, all examined my thirty rhymes

Interactive play areas, reservations required

Free wheelchair strollers and lockers for aiming higher

Plus elite catering, remarkeable tasting menu

and every dollar that you spend enables it to continue

Never will concede, just work hard, determined

Either/or suburban or urban, Italian, German

Spanish, French, African, Oriental and Russian

Samoan Irish bagpipes wrestle with the precussion

Party hats, balloons and crazy string, confeti

Open field exhibit Caravans, lyrical Serenghetti

Over night camping trip, foes will disappear

Heavy paragraphs, clear and truthfully engineered

[Chorus 2X]

[Outro: Holocaust]

If a man was to tell me he wasn't God

I would have to ask him what he was

[movie sample]

What do you call yourself politically and how do you

define yourself, in a political philosophy?