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Penal Colony
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Freemasons of Enochian Magick (Jack the Crowley)
In the year of the Primal Cause From the dawn of Terrestrial Birth Man marched with the Mammuthon horde And Man was the lord of the Earth! He made him a hollow skin from the heart of an holy tree Bury me in a nameless grave I came from God the world to save I brought them wisdom from above Worship, liberty, and love
Kings and queens on vasiline Kill the jar that christened me Lost in though? Open up the straightcoat! Edward Kelly's in the corner on nodoz Nights and days fall one by one Inch by inch you're a hit and run As the truck careens Sight unseen Angels coming at a quarter to three So don't go, no Hey don't go, no
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We are the sons The bastard sons The Freemasons of Enochian Magick
Cleaned and pressed and in duress Don't know if we can finish the rest Place the sign in a vat of cat juice Jason on the trap Here comes the duece duece Spoke to angels through a clean, big rock Talked in tongues Do you give a toss? I wrote a book That Jesus took Built a pyramid and took the rook Checkmate, y'all
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