The protagonist embalms reality in a distorted image, a simulacrum that destabilizes us. We de-negate what we see and hear. We are in the hands of a maniac playing with the nauseating feeling of adrenaline. Masked difference makes us sick. Horror -to witness grotesque repetition.
Rise! He cried On the mount of infected limbs Of the self-imposed spectators here to bleed
Binding cruelty out of time to rot Purging from what’s impure to reassign Inverting, deafening, changing the poles To shine
As soft tissue is carved out, so thin yet so true Breath the Scent of the balms, a prayer to the sprout of what’s so to come. Rise! He cried, waiting for completion Bring a smile, cold, on the face, the face of the dead Bring a smile, cold, on the face of the ones who stare at taxidermic completion Is this what you came for? Can this please your hunger? Lend me your dreams, let me play with desire, Repeat, blaspheme. Twisting your soul The truth inside Taste my poison
I am the one who’s not here I am the one who repeats what will be I am the horror deep in your seed I command the poles and static they bleed
Between perfection and decay, corrupted sands of time The hand of death and life is breathing on my side
Rise, he cried! Rise, he cried! For you are with me, for you are in me Rise, he cried! For what has to be denied has to be Rise, he cried! for the stretching of our time – I said Rise, he cried - For we are now one
We are no one!!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
