P / P*I*G / Anathomy of Melancholy
Stairs lead my way now as I died Kissed by death in suicide I had to kill all that was pure For my sickness there was no cure Bitten tongue speaks the devil's true name To liberate my soul from all the pain and shame
Release me of my bound Negative findings burn my skin Shadows kiss at dawn, and fallen angels grin
Razorblade visions multiply in my mind I can feel them now as they crawl and twine Leave my body to the unholy spirit My shroud of shit is ready so I shall wear it
Dear sisters gether around, tell them to stop
I have to be painted To show them I'm tainted I used to be meaningless Now I am…reflectionless
Goddess of the damned takes off her dreary cloak Her spit lies on my sexuality, as lightness allows me to walk Darkness reaches to my eyes as the shadows do their talk Ripped off hearts like a bouquet of dead flowers I feel myself inside as i am passing through the hours Moans of the damned sound but like celestial choirs
Was it only awakening or was it a ressurection? Was it only awakening or was it a ressurection? Nothing left but a reflection I reject my body I am…the rejection…
In a forest of delirious smiles Animals laugh and true woman cries They are nesting like maggots In a long forgotten coffin Who will dare to look inside Breath held for years, because no one ever tried Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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