Astrals Video (MV)

Design of a violent tiger, eye of a marxmen
Don't come out when the sun's out, hide til the sky darkens
Wherever you're walking I'm right behind stalking
You squawk like a loon got my dogs barking
Fumes from the boom spliff, shift
The moon harkens
Assume your doom is starting
My mood looms, booze zoom departing
So far gone, I'm night hawking
Time ticks two hands hold a crude tool
A spoon sharpened
To a pointed edge, with it's new markings
It's a cruel rule of red as the pain it brings
Stain the carpeting
The sharpness sings, as it sits as an offering
The darkness wins
In the hardest winds of slaughtering
No pardons, as the beat of my heart has hardened
And heavy, a deadly, medley, of scaring
Eyes sparkling at the thought of martyrdom
Marveling as he's fought the arch, his arts targeting
No bargaining,the cards are played, so no arguing
Taking apart the frauds and the marketing
Stomping on your spot, in the lot I'm parking in
Never to stop, not offering
To the top of the altar, of hip hop
As I alter, the pig slop, it's faltering

And I'm here to do the auditing

Of all the wack trash you're harboring

Proceed to slay all perceived imperfections
To sway in my direction, and stay in my protection
Away from detection, actual natural selection
Riding this wave of astral projections
Thoughts transcend, That I master in a second
Time will bend, As I bask in all the blessings
Masking all rejections, I'm not asking I'm suggesting
What I craft in every sentence
Is a mash of everything, in the past and in the present
It's the essence of redemption and The taste of temptation
If you asking for your repentance
But you laughing at your penance
Wisdom above your vision, I've made a decision
That I'll never rent it
You're a peasant, if I present it, you owe me like a tenant
You know that I'm a menace, on this throne up in heaven
I can let night descend, or make life pleasant
I've been shown the relevant, so I invent it
Makes me want to pull the plug out, bug out like a mantis
In a zone, alone, lost like Atlantis
To be frank, frankly you are acting frantic
It's the cost of being trapped, in the jaws or panic
Transparent and a manic I'm raw and I manage
Going all Balls to the wall, is my only standard
Growing tired of the antics
Of the liars in semantics, dammit
Got me going on this tangent

As my minds eye shows another planet, I'm gone