CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Is This a Dream?

My millennium skills
Are taking over like computers
Leaving large warts on the tongue of intruders
When they try to follow my patterns
Capture my plutonic ambiance
I leave upon the audience
My skills are dangerous
Contagious likes pink eye
You came to close
Now you are contaminated
The clonites hate it
The government is concerned
So they put Scully & Mulder on the case
But I move vеry quickly
And I'm very hard to trace
Like Tim the tool man's neighbor
Know one has really seen my face
I live by grace
Ushering in a ecclesiastical out pours
One this world has never sees before
I have no title
But they still try
But every time they get close
Like a maggot I fly
South over the sea
Watching for the rise
Of the beast called blasphemy
Blessed with all authority and earthly power
At his command
Upon him I stare
As he comes out the water
With feet shaped like a bear
As they touch dry soil
My emotions began to boil
I like a shot at one of his seven heads
With the intention of spoil
But he continues on his journey
Not even concerned with me
Walked & stopped at the equator
Healed his wound
Then pulled another beast out of the a tomb