Bathtub Prophecies (“What King Is This?”) lyrics

What laud to give any one of us
As far as individuals go
I prefer to go to our essences

Reality—“all that is all”
“All that ever was”
“All that ever will be”
Call it
The metaphysical laud

What laud to give thy simulation
“We produced your ingratitude—f*ckin’ A—didn’t we?”
You must think you’re “quite” the animation!
To detest something detectable
About what you can see

What king is this
Who paved the way
So that you could be seen as “human”?

Reality—“all that is all”
“All that ever was”
“All as exactly it be”
Call it
The metaphysical laud
What laud to give thy simulation
“We produced your impatiеnce—f*ckin’ A—didn’t we?”
You must think you’re thе most God-tier animation!
To detect something destestable
About what you can see

What laud to give any one of us
(“We’re all the same”—“S” for stupidity)
As far as individuals go
(“We’re all equal”—“I” for insincerity)
I prefer to go to our essences
(“I’m…”—“N” for narcissism)

Bye

So many people are disgusted
By the people that have managed to burrow
Into the world they were born into

One forgives naturally from a post of grace
You tally cosmically your judgments from space
Karma is a timeless and unquenchable detachment

Reality—“all that is tall”
“All that was ever tall”
“And all that shall ever not fall”
Call it
The metaphysical all
What laud to give any one of us
(What laud to give your simulation)
As far as individuals go
(I prefer individuals who emanate purity)
I prefer to go to our essences
“All that is all, and all that once ever was”
And conceptually all that is so ever
And ever shall be

The “all” is specific
(The all can’t be manipulated, only participated in by you)
The “all” is ontology
(The all can’t be manipulated, only perceived some by you)
The “all” created 100% of 100% of you
The gall that you have to not understand truth

The tall is specific
(The “tall” is higher than your base animal fears)
The tall isn’t everyone
(The “tall” spits in the face of your false, temporal dreams)
The tall enables 100% of all who can read me
The gall that you have
To be so illiterate

“S” stands for stupidity
“I” stands for insincerity
“N” stands for the gravity of your soul
What king is this
Who paved the way
So that you could be seen as “human”?

God is shared gravity
The resonance cascade of moral reality
The moral ideal
Of sharing itself

[spoken]
“Put all possible human futures in Box A. Take out the ones unified by a time-stable understanding of a universal moral up and down and move those to Box B. I put a gun to your head. ‘You are looking for the human future in which we exist the longest. Which box do you choose?’”

Reality—“all that is all!”
“All that ever was!”
“All that ever will be!”
Call “Box B”
The metaphysical laud

What king is this
Who paved the way
So we could have laud in common?

[spoken]
“God is pinnacle.”

“S” stands for stupidity
“I” stands for insincerity
“N” stands for the gravity of your enmeshed souls

What laud to give to the simulation (that made you)
“We produced your ‘Box B’—f*ckin’ A, f*ckin’ A, f*ckin’ A, now didn’t we?”
You must think you’re the most stable outta all animations
I detect something delectable
About what I can see!

What laud to give to the simulation
“We produced your ego-liberties—f*ckin’ A—didn’t we, didn’t we?”
You must think you’re the “freest” of all formulations
I perceive something intuitive
About what we can see

What king is this
Who paved the way
So we could have God in common?

“God is virtue”
Translated conceptually to AI?
Stays God-tier
Dumb f*cking mortal-ass feedledee clown

(What laud to give any one of us?)
(As far as “you the individual” goes)
(You’re just an essence of somethin’ not memorable…)