There’s a dull ache at my back A slack caduceus straining The groaning axis of the world
The unexplained vexations Angst and hallucinations, The burdens of surrendered souls
Huddled at the base we shiver Milk-sop sodden infants Held in formless suspension
Sexless globules shudder Palm sweat and quickened breaths Under the boot and ecstatic
They say their prayers
Hogtied in a shriveled State of umbilical bondage Of lifelong toil and endless wandering
Cradled in the caul fat Crisp and a stinking net of lace Sugar coated skeletons of mesentery
The shell is hollow And the being is sick Restless in the dark night of its dormant dreams
We’ll go in through the nose, Scrape away the grey mass, Pipe out the froth, intestines, ancestral scum.
Gotterdammerung reality Where death is a consolation The good serf's Weltanschauung And the sleeper's philosophy
Wandering among the growing ruin Teetering on a mountain of skulls All eyes fixed on false stars surrounding While above, the black hole gazes on
Feel the fear and receive this blessing The sacrament of the black hole gods To be a ghost in the land of the living With no way out and no place called home.
Live free or wither With the cult of the coiled spine Live free or wither Serpent arisen From the world that it sheds behind Serpent arisenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
