Luyện nghe bài hát Lonely Solipsist

Parrot, squatting on throne, mentally captured, are you?
Foot-soldered concrete in basement, alone.
relinquished. Fictive molecules revolt.
Soliloquies like apparition of a forgotten ghost.

Lonely Solipsist, squatting in a cell!

pedometry, concrete throne.
Posture vocal like your inflective prose, philosophy, encrypted psychiatry.

Powers of rendition on a world, a pawn.
inclination for thoughts spoken never heard.
Tragic for one Pygmalion soul.
Manas in transcendence an infinite cosmos.

Destruction.
is the ultimate creation so, your children, dont regret.

Like those to divine inventions, like all to the planet.
So, Lonely Solipsist, rhyparography floods my eyes?
lucidity, in trafficked lumens, hides.
What happen if your trompe-loeil was exposed?
One brain stacked up eight high in perfect proportion.

Gravid knowledge the skulls in savage rebellion.
Design by observation, translated erudition, so many creators collide like a pride of pan-psychics.
Upon whom redounds this insistent obloquy? Power of observer granted power of intent. The Painters brush the words, the sinners repent.
I declare this pen a syringe! Injecting brains!

Obligor objectivist knowledge on fiction anyways.
Pass the blame like nested Russian Dolls, inertly decaying. Smite the epiphenomenalism! those bound to faith!