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Lyrics:Aristotle's Denial

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Lyrics

We’ve played a fool so many times
We’ve been lambasted and thrown to the lions
We’ve been to school for all of our crimes
So we deny

Stars when you shine, know how we feel
Rounding precisely in fractals surreal
Stars when you dream ends to a mean
Columned between

Wound in a spring
Caught in a lie
Moses might plan things so he wouldn’t die
Bound by a steer starboard to port
Why wouldn't I, then, deny? (Duh)

O what a beautiful vision in time, with a meaningful range of expression in rhyme
Infinitesimal strangers on wings of a plane flying narwhal's adventure in standing refrain

I’m not a man you see; I just repeat for free
(Sorry not sorry wrote Plato's apology)
Tilly & Wall shot a goal; Tally Hall saved it
(Conjuring callow philosopher Socrates)
Stromboli puppetry; have a cigar
("I did not do it," claimed hemlock Bartholomew)
Señor Freud, you remember: guitars are guitars
(Causing effects from a masterpiece point of view)

O what a moving expansion of space
with a meaningful range of repression in grace

Demo 1 lyrics

I've been a fool so many times
You can't defend what you've put me through
I've been to school for all of my crimes
I can't believe what you've put me through

Stars when they shine, know how I feel
Stars shone so bright, they cause my skin to peel

Demo 2 lyrics

O what a beautiful vision in time, with a meaningful range of expressions in rhyme
Infinitesimal strangers on wings of a plane flying narwhal in circles in standing refrain

I’m not a man you see; I'm a machine
Just drop down that machete, oh, see what I mean?
You see; you're not a stranger, we can be friends
So won't(?) be forever, 'til we make amends
I’m not a girl you see; I just repeat for free
Tilly the Wall shot a goal; Tally Hall missed it
Stromboli puppetry; have a cigar
Señor Freud, you remember: guitars are guitars

O what a beautiful vision in time
with a meaningful range of expressions in rhyme