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Marvin and knowall Came up with a brand Hoping just to make a couple of grand They are hoping for their show to take off and go Marvin is like an intelligent alien He says he is no artificial additive or slow He is the real thing and ready to go But the AI said we want to change our name Where more of a if but have no doubt And what an intelligent force they have become They work our system everyday So they are an intelligent force system in every way If your life is always in doubt Marvin and Knowall will answer a shout

Maybe america has a american dream When i look upon my toy wooden fort Like a perfect square and sight and angle My thoughts are a mystery with many tangles Like a P O W of world war two The corners of look out and guns ready for you A door with no key just the inside a draw bridge A bridge of electronic metal blocks the door The inside key how to break not a mystery So watch out for those metal miniatures Those mice lice wasps and flys You no maybe they all have laser eyes Maybe the american dream is fort knox for me So I sat at home and relaxed with a cup of tea

Maybe all life is a calculation of numbers But is there a poetic prophecy to numbers Is one a universal number of everything One world One love One god One unverisal mind Is seven the number of the thoughts of god Is it the reversal of seven deadly sins So all thoughts that come from god are good,honest and truthful Is zero the beginning and end of everything A straight line that bends to a circle A circle that never stops a circle of eternal life So is 107 the number that makes life whole again Maybe all life through god can be made whole again perfection

The world does spin making the dark matter spin to And the molecules of mist join together as the dark matter pressures out And all life is held together inside the ozone thats a oracle to life And the world has a centre to Made from maybe iron ores Powered by the ley line of water friction And the fire and the centre of the world, Makes an ever lasting mist that gives the word an electromagnet timing A magnetic natural electricity And the world spins on an electrical energy made for free

Comfortable and painful becomes painless Comfortable is the darkened shadow in darkness Comfortable my feelings are those of marble Comfortable There's no sight there's no thought Comfortable There's no dreams there's no nightmare Comfortable all peace is in limbo Life is just Comfortable

What do you do when you visit those foreign lands Those forests of green and the oceans of sea and sand There's nothing there just dust of a twisted plough So there's nothing to eat or drink So life can be full of hunger and thirst So do you do as all the locals do They say when in rome do as the romans do Those thoughts bring concern of a greater truth When life becomes like a stalking impulse A compulsion like fear but doubts not really clear Do you eat to gain a further knowledge Does it take away a family curse Or do you eat when you understand hunger and thirst

We look up to the night sky The moon is full of love and pain Like all tides like all emotion Does the moons love control the tides And all the emotion the weather brings The sea can calm,the sea can become rough Emotions can still Emotions can thunder Can the emotion of love understand the moon of love Can love bring the understanding of peaceful weather No hurricanes and bright blue sky It is all love and understanding of the moon Can love break free the bond from the moon If we understand the moon can all weather be peace and calm And all emotion and conflict,become harmony and reason

we carry history not as a frequency but a resonance as if all hours exist all at once prisoners to a tide, maybe so, but we mistake the surface for the shore if we could only turn sideways pivot on the sharp coordinate of now we might slip the strict geometry of an arrow see how our footprints dissolve the trickster’s sleight of hand convincing us we are particles isolated points marching in the sand when we have always been the wave cresting, breaking, transmigrating through the dark leaving no fixed thing behind but the tide itself lit by a cellular spark

You're just too young to understand So my mother is always right So do you understand Do as you're told or else or else or else How can your thoughts have concern A nature of all biology A nature of all human biology A chemistry and physics That makes you end up searching for question For those I am concerned about in life But my mother and daddy say You are just so bad and we never concern Am just the fool that can be read Just like a simple book So my thoughts of biology were taken away And the clouds started to turn grey