I had this dream Where I woke up To a grand commotion. And uhm I just jumped From the blankets And whipped the door From its lock And rush blindly Into the blackness Of the hallway But there, on all sides Lying next to each other Were rows and rows Of executioners
Some were shirtless and And throbbing with anticipation. Sweat delicatley sneaking Through their body hair All were hooded Some like seventeenth Century guillotine henchemen Others had crudely made hoods Like scarecrows Or ripped ski masks With slobber from Their clenching jaws And some had burlap masks That looked like they Were made of human skin
Each one held a weapon Large mallets Crudely fashioned axes And large clubs pipes
But I wasn't compelled To retreat No
I was forced to Move between them Past their swinging weapons The clubs The bats The slicing tools The shovels The large and small axes Boards with nails Staples and razorblades Embedded in them Taking the beating Falling down Getting up Again and again And again and again Driven to make it out At any cost
And next I stumbled into a This strange marshy world Where I was oddly drowning In squirrels and other large Starving rodents From above Out on the treetops Several dolls fell from the branches And they were hanging With nooses made of human hair They started biting and sucking And trying to feed from me Trying to enter my belly And some pushed large needles Into my veins and And as I looked back Some had nails through Their hands, torsos and throats
I was froze Dead eyes carbonized As I kicked them away I could see all around me Of piles and piles Of dead sea life Large fish, smelly crustaceans
And their soulless Empty bodies whispered A secret language I couldn't decipher But somehow understood
And their cries were "Feed me... feed me..."
They wanted me to devour Those around them Chew them up into pieces And smear them inside their mouths And as I turned around I could see the shape of a woman Perfect Perfectly erotic Squatting over a pile Of these dead things... And as I ran to her and said "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"
And she had no face And she turned to glass And suddently cracked And then exploded into 1000 pieces at my feet
And just as I took a quick breath this world was shoved and desimated But an intruding tidal wave Of microorganisms, exploding atoms
And suddenly moon rose... Frightened, aching, and alone... And that's what I remember most...
...The ache.
I can't escape The ache....... Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
