Machinations of imagination
Machinations of imagination
I'm a native to contemplation
It's the savior from condemnation
He's a sailor of condensation
This conversation's copulating
And populating noggins fading
It's operating on your waking
Moments of closest consolement
Machinations of imagination
The limitation of a magic station
Is the intimidation of a factual nation
And the litigation of rational pacing
This mob is tasing problem statements
The lot is saying God will save 'em
Last shot, I'm praying modulation
This close-knit cloak controls you
Machinations, Oh, Machinations.
My motor, my soul, my breath.
Where were you before my birth?
Where are you after death...