Off With Your Head: Killing brilliant Ideas
A hack from an oversized hatchet, sent a racket through their nerves
The facts preserved in the stimuli, seen in the eye, perished for the worst
The dreams, in a keen sense, dreamed of being prevailed to all of society
Variety, deemed unnecessary sensed that freedom of speech causes anxiety
Sharp blades, darting phases of thoughts being caught, swiftly by an axe
Past mysteries, ancient history raises soft riots being fought, as if a task
Speak thy mind, reek your lifetime, being counted down before your eyes
Leak some kind of open minded expression, you are then expressing lies
Chop like a rock…
…fought a economy
Lots of easy shots…
…taught astronomy
Then off with your head
…So be dead
Silent said, wickedness fed
…As you read
Books, labels to be crooks
…Genius you be
Genesis, wasn’t proven
…It’s been said
To be off with his head
Mercy isn’t accounted for, accounting lousy, rowdy clouds of blood
Brain chunks rain’ thumps ideas laid by spud brilliance thrown in mud
Cure a disease, please, rather portray respect for a spec brained king
Pure no ease, lethal breeze, array kept, as the hatchet took a final swing
Bye go to hell, cells of a man, who said “I can” to Satanist movements
Die; ring a victory bell, damn, free speech movement, an improvement?
Drip your thick evil plasma, feeble rhythms, rid of um’ what a drag
Expecting major deaths, higher theft? And what the hell is the plague?
Head be gone, for long, you’re so wrong, what we did was satirical
It’s all said and done, we killed evil, a scientist, the devil…a miracle
