1. |
Exposition
01:07
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ere thou enter farther...
an indiscernible horizon
is the conclusion of the clay
once you find my bloodless face
you'll understand
there's little left to salvage
buried under falling ash
is what I really am
inner keys to a proper life
abounding with flawless grace
and if the light is dying
this shall be its final ray
do you wish to realize?
if so, then move aside
charred remains of my heart
and take a mindful glance
inside
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2. |
I as in III
02:47
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éclaboussé d'un raz de marée
venu des rivières bleues
le velours du ciel clair
coule entre tes mains
les larmes de mille violons
fusionnent en un seul hymne
dépassant les notes les plus aiguës
ils m'accueillent
ils te chérissent
à jamais
please remember the first scene [0:24]
vain faces of clear porcelain [0:35]
possessed by transient flames
reflect no prayers but their own
distracting knees are aching on
a hardened mosaic floor
or
sometimes bare slabs of stone
no silver structures though
they house little splendor
breathing out the afterburn [0:52]
of mediocre ethanol
you first met your true perception:
man made hearth fears the sun!
hence the attempts to cloak it with incense fume
huiles, labdanum et baumes
les angles aigus des toits coupent les hauteurs
de la ville silencieuse
et encore endormie
bientôt elle brillera de flammes dorées
tout comme l'air chaud se réveille au printemps
ton regard se réveille dans l'éternel matin
deux pierres à feu
pour allumer le jour... [1:24]
bathe in the arising crown of rays [1:52]
its healing heat and incessant finesse
se levant sur nous en liesse
reflété dans les cœurs brûlants
it is the last procession
before the grand inauguration
speeding up, inspiring awe
magnificent ascension
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3. |
Pythagorean Spires
04:36
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to which extent
does inclination influence finales of the end?
beginnings of unperverted equation
exhale geometric satisfaction
manifesting moans in the fractals
progress to futurist triangulation [0:31]
one equals zero, yet two are equalled by none [0:38]
such is the law of admiration
in reciprocal delectation
fountainous eden made up of isometric platforms
declaration of hot meaning
became what it represents
involved design sculpted by the very edge [1:00]
behold and mend, my subtrahend [1:12]
there is so little difference
it makes more sense to become factors
as on my own I'm not an integer
I need your assistance with
devising algorithms that are concentric
in terms of losing balance, yet gaining momentum
blindfolded dance on an unstable axis
syntax of reverential praxes
outlines my complex render
compas dans un ballet en apesanteur
une longue griffe ciblant le centre
accordage précis d'un chœur
performing without own accord
in atonal harmony of an honest chord
shambles of a discordant world to shatter [1:48]
conduct aggressive arcs
of fingers striking the keyboard
distorsive gamma amarcord sonata
l'émotion laissée sans mots
what is the graph [2:02]
of me receiving your attention
I hope it is exponential
another way I wouldn't want
so blow me up in a recursive function [2:10]
fenêtre remplacée par un miroir
pour que tu puisses voir
after what you are built on
invoke black tea on a checkerboard
divergent to established norm
incitive essence instigating
my mathematics permeating
all sizes, shapes, and forms
papillary finials
pectoral domes
violent vitrages
lascivious homes
paranoia pinnacles
crystalized souls
abandoned miracle
and a cascading waltz
its obscene pictures inhabit ringing halls [2:52]
frantic algebra improves impossible
marble walls, it must be
the heightened temperature
mortise expects tenon
today there is no night
sharp light of sun
reveals invisible
XY copulate anon
I want to see blue skies divide [3:24]
obeying strands of your waving hair
in tongues of summer breeze aflare
lit up through a zephyral glare
translucent fireworks
fragmentating masquerade
fissure temptation of voyeur address
nauseating vertigo
caleidoscope highway express
attestation of devout pride
wet curtains open wide [3:52]
reflect an early sunbeam
dispensing warmth in the wake of spring
lighting up the flashing pyramid
I have become
hypotenuse to your spread legs
right angle eventually becomes obtuse
convex isosceles polygon
calculates the altitude of climax
collapse on me in enea dozen vertices
impaled by perpendicular bisector
we'll sing a new song to our home
above below the faint glow
analogous aurous pentagram
the twelve sets of your faces
complete stellation of our icosahedron
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4. |
Liquified Sexualities
04:12
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would you care to relate
impending tragedy of youthful age
fire that started from a dropped whisper
surpassing thresholds of too late to disengage
please breathe silently [0:27]
caress the strings of maytime winds
as gleaming mist lustrates arbours
ingurgitating vesture lost in careless wafture [0:40]
adjust to near splashing pulse [0:54]
hot fluids in your tubes
deep plunge, blind dive into lagune
showered in wine, touching aether
assets which rampantly proclaim that we belong together
rubbed sore
consider a pair of violators [1:12]
fraternal love extends into ecstatic temper
dear childhood friends attain themselves to press against
at least thus their glances aren't cast in vain
or so it would occur to them
yet why would one ever be concerned
with outward appearance
permission to express
unfeigned emotion hardly bound by hostile clearance
when every single shadow will abet
écraser la fraîche mer verte
no matter how aggressive the romanticization
I never got to understand their affinity
inverted aesthetics
subversive presentation
excess of ingenuine proximity
even with my efforts tripled
I wouldn't be a part of such poetics
my innermost attraction has its heart [2:00]
engulfed in harsh polarity
veracious concord that enthrones
aphasian paradigm of austere disparity
an autochthon of cold place will know
that beauty walks hand in hand with madness
mirage expertly phasing in and out
ashtrays and bottles emptied of most bitter sadness
trigger happy with the lethal kiss
ruthless assassin stalking me
armed with sharp scissors of her lips
no honesty in being but a libertine [2:31]
though they say that I'm a dangerous machine
metallic animal clad in human skin
without consideration or remorse
as if their judgement displays lenience
algolagnia breeding masochistic penitence
forbidding one to feel
conceal infatuated eyes behind a mask of steel
wielding my own fault
its thorny handle piercing hands to bone
and yet I don't even have the strength
to stand alone in empty gardens
devoid of your sincere allure
praying for a heavy downpour
so I could say my face is wet from rain
be open for a tight embrace [3:18]
and hold me fervently so we can liquefy
my longtime thirst changing into yours
your hidden thoughts becoming mine
akin to branches intertwined [3:33]
leaking sap while blooming
it could be very pleasant [3:40]
two entities [3:48]
dissolved into a single mind, one body
teardrops in a depthless sea
and thus
my last question is
do you want to become one with me?
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5. |
II Is II
01:23
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essentially, imagine
the comfort of a steaming bathroom
scorching summer
nineteen seventies style tile
exposed, rusty water pipes
fogged mirror leaving out visages
heart is racing, suffocating
roughly forty degrees Celsius
blood pressure sufficient to crush diamonds
gradually increasing
now live through the second scene
y a-t-il un sentiment de solitude
dans la vieille ville envahie
dont les murs rappellent
comment les gens aimaient
comment ils se lamentaient
une fois, j'ai cherché le chagrin
sans savoir pourquoi
sans en comprendre le prix fort, pourtant
si je n'avais pas eu mal
je n'aurais pas appris
que les ombres créent la journée
sans contraste on ne sentirait pas
si on est vraiment aimé
dis-moi, suis-je?
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6. |
Vexation in Vheissu
03:43
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it is the same part of our mind
which harbors faith
that bears doubt
hence practicality despises feeling
why secularity requires endearment
since otherwise
disease takes great pleasure in [0:06]
spreading wide under the skin
swollen tumor ripe with chrism
causing an innermost schism
illegal tenebration
of all unconscious levels
Haec dicit Dominus Deus:
"Put every man his sword by his side,
and slay every man his brother,
and every man his companion,
and every man his neighbor"
(Exodus 32:27 - King James Bible)
so do as he says!
pillage, torture, execute, rape
convert boulevards to crimson rivers
make lavatories of former garths and theaters
deny world's worth and man's achievements
to please a being that is unchangeably morose
destroy all art that doesn't entertain your cause [0:40]
rescinding orders of contrition
debased, enfeebled hierodules of affliction
would rather curse than let a human thrive
why do you let a parasite taint your mind?
in subservience there is no heroism
just as with casting stones and shunning hedonism
death squads that march in solemn chains
with eager scythes on others' shoulders
do you seek mercy at his hand?
for he fears you may defile his wonder
is he alone of what's his own [1:09]
no master or no lord?
and if he's not, how can he claim
what we ourselves afford?
l'empire de l'hypnose vous apportera des rêves de mort
pourtant au lieu de dieu vous blâmez Pandore
yet you're the judged, in fact
the moment you accept him you sign a fatal pact
toujours dépravés
hommes dégueulasses
assassins vengeurs, nihilistes
salauds tristes
écoutez et repentez-vous
vous êtes les vaisseaux [1:42]
de ce corps odieux
qui se nourrit de ceux qui ont
le moins besoin de sa présence
la puanteur des tripes
couvre l'odeur des fleurs épanouies
expect upheaval under the drained dawn
its paralyzing grace, I take it, lost
while aiming too high
aloft grey stature of collective
extends a sorrowful parade of death attired in lightless matter
along the streets of disemboweled cities [2:09]
devouring swarming pain of azure stars
disturbing sight, won't you admit
great murder happens at no cost
exposing silver neural network
rots flesh divine in noble agonizing stench
our crucifixal tridents better prove efficient [2:23]
penetrate sea salt despondent pearly vision
wreckage in havoc sowed by force of dentures clenched
it's all a matter of alliance
so navigate devotion carefully [3:35]
once pious tongues are cut by blades of unforgiving science
their former bearers can be felled by mere gusts of air
I say the world won't fall
as long as it takes a proper toll
on the position of religion
it's not a personal decision
to act in favor of our nature [2:49]
we dance to the sight of golden masks and icons melting
around a heigthless pyre exemplifying understanding
feu affamé traduisant le luxe en notre luxure
insatiable blasphemic passion
exaltation of the self in modern stature
atop ecclesial attire beautified by soilure
scepters of lugubrious silence
specters brought down in defiance
lying by the side of murky road
vils propagateurs de ressentiment
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7. |
Imitatory Tenets
04:39
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you who said before [0:11]
between dark folds of skin you contain God
that pathetic presence wanted to be you so bad
attempting to install
longing to control
retract positions to a false default
why did you want to think you were ignored
when each and every angle of illumination
finds itself in need of your interpretation
I saw you urinating on the holy images when bored
going astray from a meaningless lord
numbing the mind, trying to contain
a raucous thunder that perturbs your soul
there's no triumph in blasphemy, you may avow [0:38]
gravely oblivious
to the irremediable stains
regardless of what you henceforth proclaim
conciliums of consecration
can bend all will as they desire
to what their kitsch aphorisms require
as long as there are maxims to abide
futile fecal apophthegms
that can't be sung, but only rasped in phlegm
imagined prime directives
you dare transgress, sitting astride
in a manner that makes you mock the sky
"who are you, harlot, to provoke?"
and yet you say [1:07]
without danger, there's no tension
how little fear us brings damnation
rather complacency that stems from separation
they deemed relief profane
the likes of mine perverted profligates
and your mischiefs they'll judge the same
mais ne crains rien
il n'y a pas de limites à nos plans ambitieux
c'est la nuit la plus longue pour se moquer de dieu
est-ce le ciel vers lequel tu lèves les yeux [1:29]
dans le péché qui apporte de si moments joyeux?
I'm sure not
you'd rather get along
with me, be in accord
in severance from divine scriptures
disunion with a foul Olympus
so join me in convulsions on the floor
no matter what dirty names they call
danse macabre or a satanic tango
by any means we will slight this god
we're better
you see [1:59]
how much Jesus wanted to be me
in Promethean impulse to sacrifice and violate
chaining himself to a burning tree
and yet the only thing he managed to birth
is human ardour raped
screaming miscarriage sucking out tar
from black incisions on a dying birch
bestowing metacarpals fractured by nails
intimidate through avaricious faith
in hopes one would validate his scars
am I supposed to quail? [2:21]
I can accept perdition if it wakes your mirth [2:25]
regretless verve draped in sensuous facture
and even fifty Thespiades in unchaste rapture
cannot begin to scratch your worth
little difference if I share your fruit or not
veins poisoned with caustic limerence
liquid silver stings like razor in the throat
venom of a serpent that bites with baneful words
there will soon come a time of catastrophe
a darkness, to particles of which there is one antidote
contemptuous illness made into a searing weapon
that only love can smash up and degrade
I'm sure you'll find a way
against the one groaning from envy
à travers ses portraits sordides
as if he is capable of introduction
except for pilferage and artifice
pouring from the mouth along with laughs most loud...
one with the price of a thousand enemies [3:25]
quieting stars, swallowing suns
a splendid technique to drain life of time
malevolent, almighty deity
the difference of said effects [3:42]
makes it harder to infer
by which blueprint were you conceived?
one thing is for sure
not in his image
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perhaps you didn't notice [0:13]
but there is a certain sense
of you getting off on killing me
masturbate while stabbing me
I adore the wings of your exposed ribs
red eagle flying free
lung oxygen on the exterior
and a wonderful interior
vessels pumping emptiness [0:27]
to valves contracting in despair
leaking mascara
upstream dark streams
deus novus
as god, too, wept and bled
while being torn to shreds
picked apart by crows and vultures
dying on the lowest bed
stockings tighten on the neck
perhaps you didn't understand
devil that chose to play pretend
black eyelashes drapes
innards full of cassette tape
they said [0:40]
evenings without love, mornings without grievance
humans who have reached their limits
sadistic procedures
we'll make this street a slaughterhouse
so that you can practice
weight loss by slicing off my flesh
arthouse motion pictures
where I shall film my torture porn
close up shots of you eviscerated
gasping for one more breath
is this what you prefer?
traîner une personne à travers l'enfer
so that if caressed by you
I feel like boiling in a brazen bull
it was truly ignorant on my side
that you would make it difficult to write
about frantic violence and murder
expecting I'd be forced to leave all pages clean
singing praise to the only highest feeling
I dread that every piece of art
should be extracted from a wounded heart
for what it's worth...
impaled on rebar [1:37]
of your concrete foundation
church of reciprocal mutilation
am I a trophy decoration
your leisure casuality
result of insensitive morality
ferociously fierce
wickedly vicious
why not smash out a few
of your perfect teeth
or rather cut my tongue
for saying such a thing
as if we're lined with some thread
of compulsory resentment
aversion
hostility
ill will and sick feeling
why does this antipathy
have to rip off humility
humans are a flawed material
after all
your baseless kindness [2:20]
an appalling screen for such inner blindness
with a pale, frail hand
you cover your eyes
and hope to slit me with a knife
alors regarde-moi droit dans les yeux
et empale-moi si c'est ce que tu veux
only to discover
that blood and gore is mere juice and wine
cleanse me of my filth
and, for our sake, change the color of the lights
from evil red to gentlest white
I know [2:47]
my fantasy is made and armed with pain
disturbing richness of detail
that most probably will leave you shocked
but I prefer the vulnerability
of clasped palms with fingers interlocked
spontaneous combustion in paramount heat
shivering and trembling of a trusting body
triangular zenith covered in lipstick
glass ornated by your desperate handprints
reverie is reverie [3:15]
god says
we should bite at throat mutually
act of compassion for the divine will
search for golden flakes in its shit
faux passion
for ersatz bliss
a minute sacrifice for the worthless love of his
the gift of godless, private kiss
he knows I'm not afraid of Hell
and thus inflicts the deepest cut, instead
ripping it from you
so that you do this to me too
Qui diligit, non novit Deum
for the only attribute of his is vanity
foul quintessence of self-centered insanity
and even at my darkest
I could never match his egoism
those fractured apertures of deranged prism [4:02]
can, and will drench all in agonal silence
shattering all windows
a wrapping rain of former mirrors
shredding the spring into strips and splinters
that will succumb to howling blaze
so that I know
he hasn't come to judge me
but merely to show
his cruel power above all
suspend in an eternal fall
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9. |
Fallen Triumvirate
03:27
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there is no stench worse
than that of one's dream burning
wheels of machine turning
grinding marble stone to ruin
kismet providence preordination
disintegrating conflagration
for if you dare to hope that you deserve the best
extreme transgression of divine intent
have faith in this comfort:
your charred remains will be laid to rest
and now I have to pave a way
through different fires and a different flame
fervid effluvia consuming virgin air
smouldering rubble of what must be there
thus, a burning question, ineluctable
arises in the end:
how can one love a god
that cannot even love itself?
it was you who gave him shelter
letting sanctuary grow like cancer
cyst leaking golden exudate
malignance distraining the day
en ouvrant le casque triptyque
aureate facade is crumbling
Longinus, pierce further!
make his heaven wail in trauma [1:00]
non enim videbit eum homo et vivet [1:13]
yet if I cannot live, then I deserve to see
your hideous necrotic face
smashed across the pavement
like a dog run over
expunged grace
despite what most are used to being told
it's not the morning star that descends
as a shameless expelled comet
despoiling kenosis
disoriented wings of struggling angels
losing heaps of dirty feathers, therefore
I shall collect all instances of your failure
Bellerophon at least
his fall was flaunting grandeur
Icarus was naive in his approach, unlike Nimrod
however, I'm at odds with what we have been taught
it wasn't us who wanted to ascend the Babel tower
bien au contraire...
the great mistake, the horrible misunderstanding
is aiming for the sky without hostility impending
so wreak roaring hails of arrows from below
you know who to aim for
to kill the dragon in yourself
a sacred beast of seven heads
degenerating cadaver
foi dévorée par des anges creux
thus say with me, repeat [2:16]
do not retreat
there is nothing but the blue above the clouds
say with me
untainted cerulean welkin
empyrean vacuum abyss
negates memory of his
serenades on ferrous terraces [2:35]
amorous gleam under twilight indigo
points up jubilant expressions
in ambience that speaks of freedom
a phenomenal occasion
to proclaim what I hold dear
by now it's clear you are all ears
so say it as you hear
I know no Deus but me
I see no Dieu but you
for there is no God but we
say it
say it
say it
say it
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10. |
III Means I
01:13
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incadescent dusk discoloration
vascular schemes saturate in secondary colors
thousands of pipes and vessels
that top and penetrate the archcathedral
don't hold your breath while ascending
overwhelmed by greatness of the setting
from the point of highest designation
spires shall point onto our only destination
expect the third and final scene
Господи, помилуешь ли ты Меня
Если я не вспомнил о тебе ни разу
От самого рассвета до заката дня?
Мне легче нынче спать в ночи
Когда я слышу как кричишь
Ты от страшной тихой боли
Ибо никто не любит и не помнит
from now on, instead of III there is only I
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11. |
The Divine Structures
07:01
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limitless stretch of magnitude [0:22]
excelsior
awe and grandeur!
defying every rule
of spiritual architecture
skyscraping peak of culmination
ascension incarnate
a turbulent wonder
impressed by unexcelled election
narcissi beautifying its fleurons
despise temperance, chastity, and patience
flashing profuse termination
phantasmagoric patterns of pulsation
remark prestigious tympana
reminiscent of filmy lace
I feel the trembling of cathartic mysticism
an automatic ruction in the utmost guilds
covering behind exposed palms
an ailing obscuration of what I show [1:00]
profane success
in extremis
divine furor
vulgar anguish
of detuned trumpets
uncanny aria, disjuncture
irrupts a virulent deluge [1:16]
seeing celestial realm aflame
faith discharged in charnel rivers
smoldering Gethsemane
sugar the taste of which is bitter
will make you reconsider
whether his works demand respect
instead of cutting corners on my way to death [1:27]
I only recognize the pleasure that exists in cardiac flesh
"transcending all orders
which do not emanate from himself
he would emerge in nothingness
without God
without excuses
having assumed his full responsibility"
doves flying out of slashed wrists
won't tell you about humility
for if man wanted to be god
wouldn't it be
the ultimate act of love?
not for this wretched, vain thing [1:55]
a race against paradise
through its angelic cacophonies
and crashing streams of seraphims
to the debasement of primum mobile
they'll sing the final threnody
with a disheveled melody
as hollow kingdom comes to taste the fall
of Logos pained by own lust for tragic calls
leaking lavish handfuls in frozen tears
in a gut-wrenching stalemate
between forgetting and moving on through atavisms
a lifetime of agony is just a nuisance [2:25]
I seek no forgiveness
nor a baptism, nor clearance
for deicide is a necessity
to be alive, respire as me
yearn and suspire
through gentle smokes of living fire
angled gradients of illumed streets
born of decrepit city, though
I've had my chances to behold
in apostolic lairs, as well as secular folklore
various forms of liquid gold
there's one that shines in wet sheets [2:56]
at sultry eventide basked in mellow spring
or rigid metal that adorns the church
iconostasis one dares not approach
in dusty rays pointing at the cross
absence of god is the zenith and climax
base apotheosis disregarding parallax
a clockwork, and every cog without direction
purposeless machine that approaches no goal
entangled piano strings, organ pipes filled with coal
in our world this is the mechanism of hope
yes, it is a bottomless pit
it makes no sense to possess variation
in every crease exhibit human imperfection
since if devised through a flawless template
we would be one and the same
with no trace of neither love nor hate
neutered and mute in a blank state
delayless symmetry
house of glass walls and gelid proximity
that means if their words weren't empty lies
we would become god
enough!
infallible majestic vesper [3:52]
I'm covered in melted splendor
les vitraux pastels sont faits à ma forme
poussière d'or se condensant en une armure brillante
I feel that sanctitude distorts me as it wants
evanescent and incoherent
as if my blood was distilled spirits
I now recognize salvation
found in Dionysian intoxications
for a warped mind cannot worship god
but, on own accord [4:19]
there is no hell that we don't create ourselves
and yet it seems we longe to become singed
remember chronicles and its portraits
ouroboros of fighting men
the bleeding hug of a self-stabbing pair
what world is cruelty derived from then?
we tend to live afraid of war
its attributes; rape and burned homes
yet I admit
regardless of what others think
it is in line with what I seek
because in fear,
you'd look for closeness with me, not him
I don't regard a peaceful essence
bêtise ancrée dans l'obéissance
puisque nous sommes des animaux
nous survivons grâce à la méfiance
vivre par des moyens de violence
c'est tout ce que nous pouvons
and if you think we are above
prove it in profound love
I assault my doubt [5:02]
smashing its knees, I force it to the ground
with arms locked behind the back
I ravage its delicate viscera
for it does not deserve presence in my world
how do you think man shall rise above
an alpine mountain, exceed the seventh sky?
a painful, forlorn method to apply
wielded by those who savor misery
for it is the eagerness
to depict own suffering
myself I will transfigure in true artistry [5:30]
a unity of opposite escapes
since to meld truth and fantasy
there is no way
as long as he exists
of whose hand I was conceived
bliss is unreachable
affection is unthinkable
every song is sung to him
mirrors praising and pointing at him
as if the air itself was befouled with this
yet I reject the fate determined by god
for me it's either death or living how I want!
et je préférerais une fin différente
if I were ever offered a choice
perhaps succeed in some other time
yet I know there is only here and now
vous devez être en prévision
de la chute de dieu de son propre trône
my pinnacles shall reach beyond
the cosmic heaven at any given point
collide at absurd angles, refracting perfect glare [6:16]
claiming every excited stare
thousands of shining needles
drain him of everything
transfix the holy being, and dispense
eternal dawn and endless dusk
undying warmth, perpetual love
summers of wine and springs of roses
ecstasy, elation, and euphoria
yet hearing an elevated scream
I'll understand
without you, there is no me
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12. |
Disassemblage
02:20
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soon I'll become the prey of decay
beneath a blur
that extends and fades
into nothing
is this what dying feels like? [0:39]
yet I am still alive
it's just that life is pouring out
as if I were a breathing ruin
letting out last beats of a sooted heart
a single tear of pure gold [0:52]
reflecting what I deserved to want
ignite the day with human warmth
and if you wanted, you would find it
making your spark the flame in me
cold, scarred lips
surely could use a tender kiss
in this heavy dark
to no avail
from this abyss
you won't hear my cries
at least if I were crucified
the world would see my sacrifice
futile attempt to bring true light
such is the price of sincere desire
unsolder this bright dream
subject to permanent deconstruction
a disassemblage of me
dismantle every structure
foundations are now split
punctured by bent piles
clean ceilings lose their form
crushing dissolving marble piers
turn off the lamps and blow out candles
smash and shatter every window
melt down the metals
and bring down the curtain
despondent, extinguished
falling apart
fire put out
buried alive
in ashes, like ember
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