The Observatory distilled ashes

Bold as solid forms and structures
Lining up the straightest roads
Pouring out of cul-de-sacs
Like dinner is served
When the sound of mind erosion is a humming
sound of meditation
Contemplation
Stable lines and minds
Lead us from temptation
No more idle hands for the devil
No more idle hands for the devil
Boldest knuckleheads and numbskulls
Lapping up the trickle down
Living to be grateful for the privileges
When the sound of mind control is a pretty sound
of malediction
Stable minds are able
Ready for delusion
No more choices left for the sheeple
No more choices left for the sheeple
When the sound of mind erosion is a humming
sound of education
Manipulation
People are poured away
People are poured away
People are poured away
Taxidermy
Singaporia
Singaporia
Taxidermy
Taxidermy
Singaporia
Pour out
Pour out