Fortress Of Ambiguity

Align yourself with the parabola,
Of a contending fluctuating space,
Time out of life in the soil matriarch,
Fingers stabbed through rings,
For royalty sakes it a hate name,

Nail torn back to the quick,
Along the rings of Saturn,
A forever free fall in space,
Arriving at no destination,
Like the meteor flung forth,
Outcast of a dying star,

Just because you birth name,
Could not be present on the list,
Pre-owners of the club denied you access,
A bouncer,
Just staff,
Held your shoulders back and down,
The owner,
A leviathan,
Told you exactly where to stick it,

You offer your mouth as the prize,
Put what ever you want it in,
Like a stuck Hoover,
Forever in the loop,
But he just puts a coin in there,
All wet the metal collide,
Alkaline the destroyer,
Expects you to dance like a carnival monkey,
With no grinder present,
For the turning of the wheel,

Crucial the events that bind us,
On this descending parabola,
Bump and grind,
The simple of osmosis effects,
Displayed through your groin,
As you grunt like an animal,

Bring up the black stuff,
Of bowels and throats,
Mesh it with the backbone,
As it can be redeemed as tough.