Mummy - Quakers, Diverse

No matter what the people say

These sounds leads the way

Ripe under pressure, light incandescent

Like the night, like the liquor store’s presence

Fluorescent signs flickering, bickering

Patrons with the venom in they strike, quick to take a bite

Like sins in the Garden of Eden, goblins and demons

Heathens and reasons for fifteen to life

Fishing in big seasons, big things entice

Sharks with the razor, man of war, octopi

Water deep blue, ice-cool, air polar-crisp

See a breathe on exhale, my blessing to Elle

Blow a kiss to the heavens in waiting, residents watching

Eagle-eye view, will the human race make it?

Naked, stripped of their comforts, forsaken

I came via spaceship in ancient Egypt

Crypt kept my mummified body adhesively wrapped

They open my tomb, greetings and back

Greetings and back

Yeah

Seven ways to Sunday, reverend in the pulpit

Medicine for the sickly, element of carbon

Hydrogen, oxygen, formed from the shore surely after the comets had

Evolved from amphibians swimming without fins

To extension of our limbs and gorillas or the chimps

In the canopies swinging, humanity’s pre-link

Man-or-beast deepens, who you asking what they seen here?

Money, money, murder, ugly on the outs but it’s internal, word up

Sheik to the hurdle, the meek just curl up

Feel, below the surface, urges to uprise, nervous

Purges, distraction from purpose, match it with purses

Accessories perfect, verses, your destiny, skirt it

I came via spaceship in ancient Egypt

Crypt kept my mummified body adhesively wrapped

They open my tomb, greetings and back

Greetings and back

I hear the drummer strike the sky

I hear the drummer strike the sky

I hear the drummer strike the sky