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Plethora
04:47
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"He who has an ear, let him hear"
She who as an eye, let her witness
I am anxious, full of fear
Crying craven to my weakness
Trembling, cramping
neat but drear
I'm sowing thorns, I utter lies
seem surely poised, am cowardice
However I'm crafting this confusion,
you're slaves to my delusion
You're my chosen enemy,
and I'm your shameful parody
Stripped and crude and unadorned
Truth is vulnerable scorn
There I slander, here confine
as lust and lewdness intertwine
I am dressed
I'm served for you
Human dross brought on a plate
Go get your forks
and knives and sate
And Feast, Feast, Feast
Hang me on the highest tree,
so that every soul could not but see
"He who has an ear, let him hear"
She who has an eye, let her witness
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2. |
Black Hole Reign
04:52
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Nails and Bones
Veins and Thrones
From Ivory
Harsh and Holy
Brick on brick
From time to space
Show me your face
Epiphany
Gracious empress, restless you
keep me here, make me your tool
that I may never escape from that labyrinth of yours
Fomented by sorrows hollow laughter,
that I may never reach to the very heart of certainty
Breast-feed me with the inks
for your pristine picture,
our common chapter
dripping veins
homesick stains
gushing frames
I am braving infinity
Black hole reign
Your Queendom
your perfect picture
Heaven without stars
Black hole benediction
Black hole valediction
Valediction
Benediction
Black hole
A Heaven without stars
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3. |
Begging Substance
06:02
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Who is who inside of you
If god is dead, what 'bout you
Here we shiver, there we scatter
Not for worse nor for the better
Merely our reason keeps us grounded
Dignity and scorn compounded
All our motions keen, erratic
Our imagery antiqued and static
Obsess me! Feel me!
Fill me! Fullfil me!
Seduce me! Endow me!
Defile me! Deliver me!
Let my life be more than a collection of photographs blurring the line
Let my death be more than a grave full of souvenirs feigning shine
That ever flows, and ever grows
owes and bestowes
"we think in eternity but we move slowly through time"
One and another one after the other
"Pleasure for the beautiful bodies, pain for the beautiful souls"
Let my life be more than a collection of photographs blurring the line
Let my death be more than a grave full of souvenirs feigning shine
In such life where we are enslaved by what we do not dare to see
whereas in death we'll forever be released into what we now try to flee
Salute sadness
Salute fear
Salute my precious
Oh death my dear
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4. |
Collision ...
01:16
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Revelation of self
or translucency
all wherefores sink
into obscurity
this is the beauty
my daily bread
food for my soul
blows to my head
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5. |
... And Coherence
05:36
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"Rudderless, we drift athwart a tempest,
And when once the storm of youth is past,
Without lyre, without lute or chorus,
Death the silent pilot comes at last
And within the grave there is no pleasure,
For the blindworm battens on the root,
And desire shudders into ashes,
And the tree of passion bears no fruit"
Lead from a gash in a sense that marred
servants of failure
the fiercer the frailer
however essential I disregard
I'm reconciling with distress still
a hesitating urge that spills
from amidst these insights that I barred
that flash back solace worn and charred
Spade for spade I am shifting emotions
a flustering silence is catching a hold
My conscious is countered in this commotion
an elusive alignment as your spirit unfolds
One last wistful glance
it's fading, it's waning
Our last woeful dance
as I'm tumbling, restraining
Or have I fallen
already
for you?
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Pulsating prophets dressed in sound
shapen landscapes, liven ground
Death talks a voice so hoarse
listen to his homily
Yet so honest how so dark
souls in liability
A hushing touch a frozen scream
then heavens vicious waters stream
Mother thunders birth of bolt
a tacit will, descending cold
Beyond bogs and groves and seas
amidst all these consecrated trees
embarassed in bareness
implanted in caress
Here I surrender
here I ease
You will find me in the light
come find me when the lightning strikes
I want
So let me
Shine
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7. |
Nadir
06:49
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Driven by the winds of grace
Her wings of faith struck thunder alike
Cutting invisible air into pieces
Amidst a sky that was all draped
in red and black she shaped
a therefore unseen crack
for the ever-first sunray to be laid
In that one foot that she only got
she held a seed
that housed the arcane recipe
for a whole world yet to come
When she was gently touching down
it shook the earth straight to it's bone
yet there was noone here to frown
let alone to doubt nor moan
so the seed was planted upon oath
as a gift, as a promise of finite growth
Right after that first rain did fall
to complete the wholeness of giving birth
to answer on that humming call
that fertile wish of mother earth
in that incantatory moment
the world's clockhand struck one
the conspiracy of health and sickness
gree and grudge has there begun
Now merely an echo of this moment
that our world's clockhand struck one
the only salvation of this curse is penance
you and I have never done
the remedy of loss is prayers
you and I have never sung
the conspiracy of health and sickness
gree and grudge has never gone.
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