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Necklace Of Rotten Teeth
04:08
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Cannot wake myself from a vision
Of this claustrophobic realm.
I fear rotting will consume my flesh,
I'm tearing my eyes out.
Where giving birth is an act of violence,
Where the kiss can exist as a manifestation,
Solely of primal bodily thirst.
Where the tenderness of embrace is induced
By fear of isolation and unbearable loneliness.
Where the waters of time are merciless
Taking the glistening smile from its youngling
And reforging it in a necklace of rotten teeth.
Where one spends so much time learning
Countless forms of communication
Only to find one day
That every single pronounced word is a lie.
Where one spends his entire lifetime
For maintaining the works
Of a constantly tiring, decaying shell.
Disgust.
Disbelief.
Disenchantment.
Distrust.
Disdain.
Dismay.
All hail the ever-spreading disease!
Where the waters of time are merciless
Taking the glistening smile from its youngling
And reforging it in a necklace of rotten teeth.
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Seven Trembling Feet
05:20
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Thought we could escape this
To find the forgotten path to our dream,
To travel beyond what was shown to us
And reach the unreachable.
Neither the wisest words of men,
Nor the splinters of human mirth,
Nor the silence of nature,
Nor the singing of the stars.
Are able to repair
The connection severed.
Are able to sew this thread
Between me and the life.
The rope is tightened
And the distance is always the same.
Seven trembling feet
Down the vertical.
(...The collective face of humanity is so gruesome. It is made of shining clay constantly painted with evergrowing ugliness, and thus, with impending death...)
Is able to repair
The connection severed.
Is able to seam this thread
Between me and the life.
The rope is tightened
And the distance is always the same.
Seven trembling feet
Down the vertical.
The abortion of knot
Led us to all the same
As the life-giving waters
Worn down to waste.
The abortion of 'not'
Was the negation of hate
With great hopes we march
Down to waste.
We could not escape this
As our dreams turned to ashes,
And beyond there was nothing for us waiting,
And unreachable, it seems, was just a lie.
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