Crop Circles on Weed Fields
Dont ever question my PERFECCT design
Intertwined with my mind bring lyrics so divine
Moves through the sound waves and damage the fabric of time
The crop circles was JUST the signs
Created by my kind to find the missing king
To bring death to the non believers and other beings
i put the black holes into the center of the galaxy
My utter presents mess's with your anatomomy
Hovering so high in the sky
Destroying the laws of gravity
The proof is written in the SACRED text
planets being conqured by others was just a mental hex
free your mind let life be defined
And know the who world shall be mine