The Lost Children of Babylon - Right Knowledge [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Mystic travel travel across the abode
I've been placed in many sectors a portions of soul
In a globe where the stratus field is cluttered in gold
Thus, ask for the lust destruct with an erupt your
Polluted metaphor frays the spare waves
Never open the same time, chasing the shrine
Warship giving the praise the prophet never ending battle
Bars are stricken with the lasso, the long tassel
Feds warn 360 and born accomplice the inner conscious
Teleport cast on the war path the force of orgast upon the window
Purify the king of past sippin' on mentals
The long stiff with the strong grip that make your palms rip
Absorb the