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I want to take you all on a class outing,
To travel the path of the glass mountain
Pythagoras is back in the saddle bouncing,
Graphics on the track and my dad Patrick found it!
He came from the wilderness of the plains,
And his aim was to build up his children and his name,
Filled them with the flame and skilled them in the art
Of working with glass stained killed with silver darts!
Mother Nature had brought him to the base
And his stubborn nature always made him war against
She loves the saviour you always stored up hate,
The story could get gory but there’s glory for the saints!
There’s gonna be a battle see what war paints
As we walked toward a place called the North Face,
We got a small camp it’s what we called base,
When the avalanches landed then it all changed!

I’ve got my bible and rifle in the tightest grip
I’ve got my eyes on the prize and 5 survival kits,
I’ve got my people on one side of a wide abyss
Ready to climb to the peak and reach up to the heights of this!

The weather was harsh and the storms were frequent
The foundation was strong but the walls were weakened
The treasure was far but I was born to reach it
Salvation for the wrongs that were all sworn to secret!
Leather and bark kept us warm in the blizzards
In the summer we’d run and jump into the rivers
Pumice stones pummelled bones skin shivers
The icy face of life gave us the chills and jitters!

I branched out to scout the best route
Hoping I could show the rest a way to get through,
The cliffs and the passages rocks by the precipice
Whispers of massacres on the top of Everest!
A frosty terrorist never pushed harder
Saw the burning bush but can’t look at the father
Fire proof branches Mantis cooks in lava,
The man is remanded and branded with foot markers!

I’ve got my bible and rifle in the tightest grip
I’ve got my eyes on my wife and our tiny kids,
I’ve got my people on one side of a wide abyss
Ready to climb to the peak and reach up to the heights of this!

The sheer height of it excited me quite a bit
Im not frightened I’d like to be near the side of it,
Ive got my spikes and climb like Im cycling
Rhyming silently getting violent with the mic within!
Cuts and bruises lines are cut or severed
But it’s all worth it if I can touch the heavens!
I love the music when its rough and weathered
My leather face emanates any stuff remembered!
I met a guide on the slopes who had jokes
But was serious about finding me and my folks
Before the ice started sliding like our freedom and hope
Down the side of the cliff into the freezing below!
I was show a vision Christ given
A selection of sights like the light from a prism
My wife was with him singing songs with the children
I belong with the pilgrims and the fighters that have risen!

I’ve got my bible and rifle in the tightest grip
Christ is the way I chose a life of discipleship ,
I found the ridge and the bridge across the wide abyss
(Ready to climb the peak and reach up to the heights of this)
climbing to the peak to see His Highness as a finalist!

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from Parables of Pythagoras, released November 1, 2016
Produced by Semantix

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From Birmingham UK comes a style that is unorthodox. The Mantis is a beast on the mic Preying on beats...at the same time Praying for peace. The Praying Mantis is also a kung fu style designed, not just to absorb enormous impact, but also to repel it. Now a part of changethetape.bandcamp.com ... more

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