The Immaculate Conception

The Immaculate Conception Lyrics Famke Janssen (Lord of Illusions): "Flesh is a trap. That's what he used to say. Flesh is a trap. And magic sets us free." [Ikon the Verbal Hologram] The War of Gods and Men I condemn them who believe In ancient fallacies and the heresy of thieves Burn the unholy in your filthy religion Paganism and the prism of three-dimensional prison I walk through the liquid of the Seven Rivers And deliver rhyme schemes that cut like verbal scissors Or arrows The sacred science of the pharaohs Millennium prophesies of tarots Murder cattle Discovered near the crop circles of the land While we fight wars for political whores like Mary Magdalan The Hologram plans his incision Apparition of Tibetan black magicians My compositions will turn men into slaves Holographic aspects of particles and waves Propel the spacecraft in the Pleiades Dwell in the abyssal plains like the Horse of Hades The Wheel of Infinity, the Chamber of the Trinity Levitators of the fifth level magician of divinity Like a pentadrone, I sent your dome into the forest Of Ibilis Like the wilderness of Tan The Verbal Hologram! The Verbal Hologram! "My perception of poetical injection is ejaculation The Immaculate Conception" -> Pharoahe Monch (repeat 4X) [Ikon] The decaton The higher arc modron Encompa*s my soul in a beam like proton I am Voltron With helmeted head and lotus flower, incantations Wind walking teleportations I dwell in a body that can't be slain The verbal flame The atomic spark of pain So I drain, the energy from your Chakra system Watch me glisten Like the sun The Chosen One The cyborg relation My shit is crazy like Free Masons Meeting camp crystal lake with Jason Complex wind City of screaming metal in the Vatican I shatter him Who walks on the plains of Hell To sacrifice El, Young El, Young El A dark fall for all Who battle the mystic meditation Face decapitation and material contamination By the spiritual deviation Translation of ancient civilization Nonaton, overseer of law and order The verbal slaughter Hologram walks on water Immune to illusion and scientifical blows Armed with black magic, spears, and crossbows Feeble attempts to apprehend the Hologram Overstand, I kill man like Wodan So no man step into the darkness of the set Study with Chinese masters like Jesus in Tibet Staff of Moses, urn of ashes Morphing my soul into solids, liquids, and gases! "My perception of poetical injection is ejaculation The Immaculate Conception" -> Pharoahe Monch (repeat 4X)