1.Soulsick
I am only real at places I can not be
My right hand rebels and chops off the left
(the) hairy ape walks into stage
he tries to stay erect
the one who never slept
in order to be perfected
the arrogance of their hands
the joy of the regret
soulsick- good at things I never did
soulsick but skindeep, tense, frantic but relieved
soulsick but skindeep, tense, frantic but believed
I am only real at places I can not be
Dead liquid vigilant
Implanted into my sleep
The one who never slept
The one who stays erect
The one who is perfect
The one I do reject
soulsick but skindeep, tense, frantic but relieved
soulsick but skindeep, tense, frantic but believed
soulsick- good at things I never did
I am only real at places I can not be
Soulsick but skindeep
I not real, just believed in
Soulsick but skindeep
Not real, just believe it
2.The Butterfly FX
When I move
You move with me
I feed off you
You feast on me
And what I see
You can not see
That when I move
You move with me
Where this small
dead hand that creeps me
I am biting it to its very bone
Collapsing with everything new on me
until it gets so very old
And what I see
You can not see
That when I move
You move with me
There is this third body
spinning fast
reducing me
into a relapse
with its criplled flaps
slow motion dims
sweetly parasited
by butterfly wings
And what I see
You can not see
That when I move
You move with me
All that is old is new again
(To be) each other spies
wee condemned
Everything is everywhere
The butterfly effect
And what I see
You can not see
I will have to kill you
Before you kill me
3.Can't Bee
4.Lustmord
Whatever haunts me from birth on
is leaking white blood again
it is sickening my heart
while I divide yours in two
Lustmord- (I will) never stop to hurt you
Lustmord- (I will) never stop to love you
I will never stop to hurt you
Now that I have you with me
So close together in one body
I feel so safe but what about you ？,
the soft, sweet wound of normalcy
is sweating white blood again
I am fingering every inch of it
grateful for who I am
youe my interruption
my crossroad of just one way
my object without a function
but so mine anyway
unpredictable- when I kiss it burns
irresistible- as a crowd of only one
I am so addicted and you are so down
You are nailed forever to my sense of lust
Lustmord- (I will) never want to stop you
Lustmord- (I will) never try to stop you
5.Selfabuse
6.I Am The Eternal Spectator
The eternal stimulator
Of things that never come
I am the eternal spectator
The eternal ruminator
Of things better left alone
Watching over you
Sometimes inside of you
The eternal dictator
Of your perpetual distraction
The eternal collector
Of things that were never done
The eternal agitator
Of a war you never fought
The eternal demonstrator
Until you prove me wrong
Watching over you
Sometimes inside of you
Watching over you
Long-dead inside of you.
7.The Solitary Vice
I will manipulate you
Until it becomes a vice
I will dispose of you
Until it becomes a vice
Let me exxagerate you
Distort you from inside out
love you by different rules
fuck you up to your soul
I will pretend I love you
To know what is like
Then come in my own mouth
To feel what is like
Let me desecrate you
Spit you when I down
Let me banalize you
Until you are adored
Open your heart
Half-devoured
All that I want
Is your strange kind of power
Open your heart
Half-devoured
All that I need
Is your strange kind of power
I will insist on you
Until you become the Truth
I will decay with you
Until you become the Ruin
Let me celebrate here
Now that nothing is left of you
Let me celebrate now
Here nothing left of you
Open your heart
Half-devoured
All that I want
Is your strange kind of power
Open your heart
Half-devoured
All that I need
Is your strange kind of power
I will dispose of you.I will manipulate you
I will discard of you but I will believe in you
8.Disappear Here
You can disappear- here
Without knowing it
You can disappear- here
Without believing it
Leave me alone. Take me with you.
Bring me apart. a part from you.
Inject your soul
With a miligram of false hope
Write your last loath song
Disappear here.
9.Adaptables
To live is to collaborate
All the spineless people
won capitulate
Will walk again
Will evacuate
And stimulate
And they will wait for the Man
With that ridicolous fairy hand
To work on their lives
And to re-adjust their faith
All the spineless people
Will walk again
Will agitate
And ejaculate
A great act of Sex will be lived here
We will call it The Great and Only Shame
We will make love to ourselves
And tomorrow we will make the same
All the Insect actors
Want to participate
Will perform again
Will dissociate
And fabricate
And they will wait for the Director
With that apocalyptic Lizard Head
To review their births
And invert their pains
All the Insect actors
(really) want to participate
Will perform again
Will imitate
And simulate
An emergency will be staged6
We will call it The Great Accident
We will act as someone else
The very ones we learnt to hate
All of us the ultra-Human
Wish to associate
will hesitate
will adequate
and collaborate.
A great act of Free Will will be lived here
They already call it the Golden Age
We will adapt and celebrate
But we will perish just the same
10.Angelizer
The lunar backbone stands straight and alert for a last time
The mammal feathers are revamped just for this last night
Mouthless children are breastfed with their own words
The essence of their souls escaping through their giant bones
you will be paralyzed
made to be believed
broken inside to survive
and to watch over me
archangel- of no use and no form
archangel- suffocating alone
multiple wounds reach the heat of an absolute zero
the eaten fluids, the flesh of the conventional hero
Heavenly levels on a full blast of pleasure but minimum pain
Injected wings rip backflesh and go inside again
Mouthless children suffocate
with their ancient words,
their mud-dimensional world
lactating from their shrinking bones
you will be paralyzed
the corrupted seed
broken inside to survive
I will laugh at all this
archangel- with no use and no form
archangel- suffocating with blood
the eternal spectator stares at this and improvises
his holy centralbone always on a rise, always on a rise
archangel- of no use and no form
archangel- suffocating with words
11.Tired
12.K
13.O Mal De Cristo
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