Oly, oly, oly, is just a pig opera when you're landing in your helicopter

Your recent making me feel indecent

I've got a tongue in my mouth

I'd like to use it

Bit down mid-seize

You black and bruised it

Back to the wall

Did you even read at all?

I can't read at all

I do, I do

This building swallows my tongue

I cannot say thy will be done for you

Your spine is curving like a question mark

We lost it all when you unleashed infinite passions to roam with no direction under your protection

Push, push, push us from the deepest of wombs

Build another wall through your oval room

Send you down to live in your immortal tomb

Your arms are reaching like a fruitless tree

Imagination? no, x-polynation

The orchard's emptied for you, for blood and sugary juice

Pushed from the deepest of wombs, the fruit is blackened and bruised

The tongues will bleed until you sleep in the deepest of tombs

Do we the pro-cess in our process

Do we the poses in our progress

Your fruits are falling like a gang of bombs

We lost it all when you unleashed infinite rations out

Your fruits are falling and they taste like bombs

Assassination? no, x-polynation