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A Trophy, Liar
12:50
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The line opens wider, like a tilted smile
Hear in reverence: "a trophy, liar!"
Oh, I walk
The threats and the pregnant stench
Sons of rape and blemished skin...
She was always there, colorful and warm and beautiful
The line opens wider, like a tilted smile
Hear in reverence: "a trophy, liar!"
Oh, I walk
The threats and the pregnant stench
Fii Zorilor
Fructele incestului
Și ai meteahnei
A paper mask, a paper ghost
Running towards me with an open wrist
(I need to hear your voice again)
A paper mask, a paper ghost
Running towards me with an open wrist
I am the accident, hidden, silent, underneath your fingernails
I am a dead sky, I am the useless wait... Again
With my apologies for those imaginary sins
Are you satisfied with the pound of flesh?
Ascetic gifts and meltdowns
A cracked mosaic
It would be better if I never talked again of broken backs
Out of lies
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Are you satisfied with the pound of flesh?
With my apologies for those imaginary sins?
I bet it is not the first time
Well, I... I bet it is not the first time
Ascetic gifts and meltdowns
A cracked mosaic
It would be better if I never talked again
Outnumbered, unrepented and skinned alive
Ascetic gifts and meltdowns
While the stream of thoughts is running dry
I swear that we will regret it
Pounding my chest, mumbling:
"Brother, what have we done? The blood was calling...
Calling me"
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Motherly Snake
09:08
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I stared, outside myself, at this motherly Snake
So I humbly helped to set the trap for myself
Did I miss the chance to kill this motherly Snake?
Outnumbered, unrepented and skinned alive
Ascetic gifts and meltdowns
While the stream of thoughts is running dry
I swear that we will regret it
I stared, outside myself, at this motherly Snake
So I humbly helped to set the trap for myself
And my self fulfilled prophecies, always black and green
Spreading inside me, inside us
I am the useless wait underneath your fingernails
"Your children will be kings, sons of rape, blemished skin"
While the fever tastes my flesh the Snake dreams
With what remains of the same old imperfections on the Cross
What now?
The radiant shame, out of the Book of Life
On the streets like feral dogs they smell like rust
While the Song smells like fire: "Smile, pray and kill!"
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Was it yellow or green?
That sky... The skirt?
Well, what now?
Use two hands, ten times
Green skirt and yellow clouds...
What now?
Just radiant shame
Well, ask again
Awake and locked inside
Just empty canvas over white sands and coiling dust
I regret it all
Sons of the morning, your fruits are drying
The fruit of incest and disease
Your eyes are broken glass
"I am looking for the face I had before the world was made"
To all men I am made all things
The line opens wider in reverence to the shiny rip
A trophy, liar!
Covered in sweat, I woke up to this burst of ease and grace
But it wanted everyone in pain
They closed the ceiling trap
My Father's voice was a breeze, a gesture
I feared for my flesh about to know corruption
Oh, I woke up to this burst of ease and grace
But it wanted everyone in pain
The meaning of disease, contempt and the pregnant stench
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Out Of Dreams They Flew
07:47
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Lying on their back, out of lies
Hating with a perfect hate
and drunk with the blood of the Saints
Their foolish hearts were darkened
Out of thick, exhausting dreams they flew
Y ebrios de la sangre de los Santos
Sus necios corazones se endurecieron
Como salidos de espesos y agotadores sueños...
When the spirit of Truth and the spirit of Error
Behold! He is in the desert
Their foolish hearts!
El espiritu del Error... Cuidado! Vive en el desierto
Soy el accidente silencioso, oculto debajo de tus uñas
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6. |
When Deep Sleep
06:47
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When deep sleep falls on men
My roarings are poured out like waters
Myself am Hell and bliss and orange walls
I am out to cut her nose and hate her with a perfect hate
When deep sleep falls on men drunk with the blood of Saints
When deep sleep fell on men
Out of thick, exhausting dreams they flew
When it falls on men, myself am Hell
Swimming in the nightsky pavement
Black chalk and plastic cups
Should I be the tyrant, the jester or merely an executioner?
Staring at my hands toying with a fork, burnt by the taste of light
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Zeii
11:46
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I stared, outside myself, at this motherly Snake
So I humbly helped to set the trap for myself
And my self fulfilled prophecies, always black and green
Spreading inside me, inside us
Don t we miss the chance to kill this motherly Snake?
Ihabarr Zeii! He is ours now! He is ours now!
All the Plague Masters dancing ecstatic
Circling like vultures, chanting with perfect joy
An armless doll stares at me with Pauline's eyes
Bursting
Water and sperm on her burnt hair...
Acting like the gods that make the deserts sweat
"He is ours now!"
They closed the ceiling trap
My father s voice was a breeze, a gesture
I feared for my flesh about to know corruption
"Zeii!"
Chanting with perfect joy: "He is ours now! He is ours now!"
Chanting with perfect joy: "Zeii! Zeii!"
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Details Of The Plague
09:52
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Time, times and a half
His wars and rumours of war
We'll regret it... That old Serpent
Are They one? Are They real?
I am the Temple
Hand of ten heads
I am the Temple, clothed with the Sun
Ihabarr, ihabarr zeii
Ihabarr, ihabarr zeii
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Sky Am I
08:37
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Am I sky? Heavens?
Am I sky, heavens?
Outnumbered, unrepented and skinned alive
While the stream of thoughts is running dry
The sight of silent walks and the pregnant stench
Frail to frail men and those half written smiles
Dead light bathe your head
Now that the Old Land is sold
And the firmament melts on the soil
Frail to frail men, it wanted everyone in pain
Awake and locked inside
Its light will never reach your hands
It's against my legs
The screams and threats and half written smiles
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10. |
40
01:52
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I am the accident
Hidden, silent, underneath your fingernails
I am a dead sky, I am the useless wait... Again
While the fever tastes my flesh
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11. |
Olena
16:14
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Mother says: "Just empty canvas over white sands"
She was the Sun and ringing strings
"Je suis le Temple, la main à dix têtes
Je suis le Temple, vêtu de Soleil"
Sunt ei Unul? Vom regreta... Sunt reali?
Her clothes floating in the pool
Sperm and water
Covered in sweat, looking at fake stars on the ceiling
Nous venons à toi, Olena
Nous te donnons notre fruit, Olena
With the Plague Masters dancing ecstatic
"He is ours!" they say... "Ours!"
Swimming in pavement, a night sky
"Je suis le Temple, la main à dix têtes
Je suis le Temple, vêtu de Soleil
Nous venons à toi, Olena
Nous te donnons notre fruit, Olena
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