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poor old ra - The Pica Beats
Poor old ra you were much better off as a
Sun God weren't ya
No one gives a sh*t about your falcon head anymore
Atet sunk down somewhere off the coast of new brunswick
Or the arctic
Sektet sunk with horus stoned at the wheel
With every oil slick and passing barge
The chances that
You are go down
But with your feet in the
Egyptian sand
This weak little shell of a man falls away
I know that the plight of the morning's light will
Not let you love me and baby you got stitches
That will tell me differently
When it's a patchwork of click and something that sounds
Like a beak break bonesaw it's good enough for ra
But it's not good enough for me
And as derelict you come off slow even in the kitty
Jail you where calico
And as the prisoner in the chain arrives
Catcalls baring teeth come from every side
With every oil slick and passing barge
The chances that you are go down
But with you feet in the egyptian sand
This weak little shell of a man falls away
I am the tension you are the tightrope you grabbed
The last little straw that was hidden in your own
Forearm
I am the tension you are the tightrope you came
Prepared with a gun that was hidden in your own
Stone vest
I am the tension you are the tightrope part this
Pharoah with his crown when he is leaning on this
Cane and isis
Will steal all secrets
And I am the tension you are the tightrope benu that
Bird of ra with the collar of a snake uraeus
And plays with solar
And I am the tension you are the tightrope hathor had
Changed to the lion and will always be combined with sekmets
And will kill all approaching
I am the tension you are the tightrope so give
Me a moment with her name and I'll see if
I can tame fell beast
And as thoth I will bring her back
