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Souls in GANGRENE, deformed Human Projections |
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Moving, BUT NOT Living, on SANGUIS Vibrations |
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your Pseudo-lifes, please Follow my TEDIOUS Call, |
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VERTICAL PAIN |
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I Dare you: Bury me so DEEP that I won't Smell anymore |
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the Disgusting STENCH of your flesh |
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so DEEP that I couldn't see ANYMORE |
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the Pale Colour of your SKIN |
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Down There,far from the VIOLENT cries of your Children |
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and JUST there, far from all your BORING questions |
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Questions, questions, questions |
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May you be DEVOURED at once by your own Curiosity |
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and your Mouth become the most Ruthless of all Murderers |
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This is the Chant of the Grand Cosmic Defeated, |
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to YOU, conqueror of Everlasting Earthly Frustration |
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Your Smile: Vulgar HORIZONTAL Contraction |
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had always been my Pain, VERTICAL PAIN |
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Ah! Your smiles... |
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Become Conscious that an UNIVERSE of SEWER hides inside You |
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Silent, but PATIENT, always your last heartbeat |
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to start its SLOW demolition Work: MATER PUTREFACTIO |
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And then this Flesh of Yours, once ILLUDED to change the world, |
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shall again FEED the Ground, and the ground, NEW WORMS, |
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counting a Grotesque CYCLE of Cosmic Gangrene |
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Born from the Wounds of Men, |
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the ONCE preacher of existential Depression |
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disclosed my Tenebrous DOUBLE, |
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with no Time, Sound and Size: MAGISTER SILENTII |
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I, King of a Woundless Reign, where the Feeble Memories of your faces |
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are just like YELLOWED pictures of Defuncts |
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Where your words, re-echoing far in time, |
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sound like Laments of a Dying Bat |
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And those Wounds, once Deep and ATROX |
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are only Dead Masks on a tragic Marble |
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(Lyric: R.M.) |
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(A.Z.:vox+R.M.:guitar,bass,keys,accordion+M.C.:drums) |
