[MENES the Pharaoh]

I WOULD LIKE TO EXTEND MY HAND... IN A WARM GRATITUDE...
AND COLD RESERVE... A WELCOME OF SORTS, A MOMENT OF ELEGANCE.
A FROZEN GLASS RAISED TO A GOLDEN MASK.

YES, WELCOME EVERYBODY, TO A PARTY IN A PYRAMID,
GO AHEAD BOW DOWN IF YOU WOULD, GO AHEAD. OR NOT.
I HAVE ALL MY CLOSEST PHARAOH'S AND LORDZ WITH ME..
I HAVE IT ALL... I WHO HAVE NOTHING..
BUT THE COMFORT OF SANDSTONE AND DARKNESS..
A SLIGHT GREEN GLOW FROM THE EMERALDZ AND UNBEKNOWNST SOULZ
RADIANT... EVERLASTING ... TIMELESS... WE ALL HOLD COUNCIL TOGETHER...
WITH AURIC MICS..


ITS I...! ... A BROKEN SPARROW, GLIDELESS ON THE WIND,
EXTRACTING SILENCE, YOUR HIGHNESS GRINS..

WINE SPILLING FROM UNDER FILLED CUPS..
DICTATES HOW MUCH WE TRULY STIR THIS SHIT UP.
CORPORAL.. REMORSEFUL... THE MASKS DECODED MORSELS
MORLORIAN REHEARSAL TO A DREADFUL DISMAL REVERSAL..
THE PHARAOH! HES GOLDEN. AND RESOURCEFUL
THE VESSEL .. ORBITAL AURACLE .. COSMIC STOREFRONTS SELLING TICKETS FORCEFUL
BREAK ARMS AND BANKS, WITH YARN AND SHANKZ
MY PYRAMID IS TRAPPED WITH HARM AND THANKS
SAY HOOO! AND RAISE YOUR HANDS HIGH
I RESPOND LOW AND CURDLING, THE TIME IS NIGH
PREACH THEY SAY! ... WE WANT ANOTHER SPEECH THEY SAY...
AS I TEACH THE WAY. IT ALL SEEMS OBSOLETE AND GREY
SKIES ... NEVER TO BE VIEWED AGAIN.
EXCEPT THROUGH JAGGED TEARS OF MY PEN
ASTRAL-LOGICAL, CONSTEL-PRODIGAL
MODERN MARVEL AND MASK OF OBSTACLES
LEERING, DISCERNING AND VEERING, MOSTLY TO A SERUM
STIRRED IN A CAULDRON, OF A LOST AUTUMN
THE NILE FLOWZ ONLY ONE DIRECTION,
SO YOUR LIMBS GO THE SAME WAY,
IN THE MINDS EYE , OF A MINDFUL LIE I MINDLESSLY COMPLY
CAUSTICALLY DIE, ITS THE BEGINNING OF VERY FEW ENDS,
ITS THE DESCENDENTS OF EVERY SINGLE SCENT
COME ONE, AND COME ALL, COME ON EVERYBODY LET US FALL
LET THIS BE THE SOUNDTRACK TO YOUR DOOM,
LET ME BE THE ONE TO DIRECT YOU TO THE ROOM ... ONE OF MANY IN MY PYRAMID... ONE OF FEW IN APPEARANCES
THE PHARAONIC TEMPLE, REHEARSING CHANTS TO THE MENTAL
THE UNDEAD WALK AND UNWRAP THERE SELVES,
OLDEN MINDS COLLAPSE AND BEAR NEW FRUITS... ITS THE REVIVAL, MY SURVIVAL,
ITS THE TITLE OF THE UNWRITABLE .. UNSPOKEN
UNBORN AND UNLEARNED... ITS MENES, AND ALL MY GUEST ARE WITH ME
ITS A PARTY IN A PYRAMID, THE DOORS ARE FILLING QUICKLY

4 ENTRANCES, ENTRANCED MISTRESSES ARE PLOTTING DEATH WISHES...
AND I SIT.. ON MY GOLDEN THRONE, WITH THE MASK BESIDE ME... ITS THE MYSTIKZ