Texte - Vortex Cordis --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------- VORTEX CORDIS ('as we are steering down the proper way of life, we are walking, hand in hand, in agony, sitting, face to face, talking without saying anything, starring, eye to eye, at each others supposed altruistic love rather than to really see our blindness, flee our kindness... well, what do we expect do discover in the vast, quet inarable landscapes of our hearts?) love bait! so easily decoyed! frolicsome girl, frolicsome boy! flamboyant words, and you're nailed to my back. with apish aplomb i create my rack! my heart, my pain, the fear it rains on me. a gift, a curse, emotions, never free... enwrapped in rapture, clung to this embrace. lachrymose lovers, wrong time, wrong place? am i solipsistic? turmoil inside my head. i keep my eyes peeled while yours overflow in red... my heart, my pain, the fear it rains on me. a gift, a curse emotions, never free... you can't afford to miss the kindness shown my way. disrupted hearts, entangled, for love, we give too much, too soon away, for love... --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------- BLOODMONEY it's terrible to realize what human's lust can do killing innocence for money. who is it buying, who? experiments on living creatures, vocal chord is cut. silence in the lab is fine, and slowly our feelings rot! bloodstained bodies, broken limbs, seals with bursted heads. the 'beauty lady' wears the fur, seven little babies dead! paralytic monkeys smoke to test the lung's reaction: skin peeled mice anguish the pestering radical dissection... free the lives condemned to pain, go against this brutal chain! the senseless reason for your death, bloodmoney, lay it to rest! shaved and naked, virus inject, lipstick red an neat. hairspray, i want this luxury! animals, they bleed! dogs with acid in their eyes, the contact-lenses peel. dying for a deranged mind, exaggerated beau-ideal! animals do feel the fear, they too know how to cry. born to feel the human's torture, what's the reason why? tell me now a cause that's worth, a simple honest reason! whatever you may say, i tell you: it's just out of season! free the lives condemned to pain, go against this brutal chain! the senseless reason for your death, bloodmoney, lay it to rest! --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------- PLAYING GOD such a lovely lie, such a stupid hoax! philistina ignorance! now see, what you have done... once upon a time my age was apt to absorb your impressions proberly and now i apeal to primal instincts. an idol for the upcoming tribe! negative intake! you'll find yourself in my shadow cultivate! the disturbance of my impulse control aspects of fun! murder, an extroverted suicide. this is deranged! you forced my thoghts to brutalize... now i play god! i'm sorry! i am sorry for this playing god! i'm sorry! i am your nemesis! reenactment of sodom. what seems horrid to you is simply normal to me. you tried to dominate. but designed my blueprint and spawned your fate! receive the impact! my repulsions i direct into your face imminent assault! don't try to postpone the inevitable desimating your lifespan! where is your crushable bin? leniency! i have no such word for your kin... now i play god! i'm sorry! i am sorry for this. playing god! i'm sorry! i am your nemesis such a lovely lie, such a stupid hoax! philistine ignorance! now see, what you have done... once upon a time my age was apt to absorb your impressions proberly and now i appeal to primal instincts. an idol for the upcoming tribe! eve of cartharsis! erection, orgasm in the flickering flame powermad! symbiosis wi 'this violent game desecrate! your death i will keep fresh no intervention! until you are a twisted bag of rotten flesh now i play god! i'm sorry! i am sorry for this. playing god! i'm sorry! i am your nemesis! --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------- GLOBAL ASSESSMENT SCORE for the sake of my intestinal fortitude i had to wise up, back the fuck up. reassemble, my heart, my mind, my soul askew and atremble, stripped bare of consciousness... in solitary silence, sequestered from this world, deprivation, deprivation... no reckoning to be mentioned in anybody's will, unrelated in resignation... global assessment score: stand sentinel over the core! tempted to the poisoned well of chemi-consolation, inebriated... uncanny infection, anxious incubation, anticipated in isolation... i was afraid to talk to you, but now it feels so good, to be unburdened, be unburdened... at last i let you defy my poor self assessment, disassembled and reassembled... global assessment score: stand sentinel over the core! sentinel over my life! sentinel over myself! --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------- LUBRICATION ... hurts so good... why does it hurt so good? systematic attrition, i carry the scars, and force myself to grin. squeeze it out, and rub it in the skin... sex is the clockwork to wind up the psyche. succumbing to the friciton, but to no avail! oh god, it hurts so good, lubricating the plea! another coming (in the) stream of obscenity. thumbs down! set the lions free... sex is the clockwork to wind up the psyche. succumbing to the friciton, but to no avail! phlegm, to embellish my weak condition! a good and clean release, a long lost truism... soul, squeeze it out and rub it in the skin! close your eyes, and letz us begin... sex is the clockwork to wind up the psyche. succumbing to the friciton, but to no avail! i twitch like dead matter coming alive, as i suffer the passion to come unto me. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ACT OF GRACE mayhem risis. i wish to rot, sputum flows, containing blood, castration of my will to live; i'm a vivid contagion, marbled with grief. your saored oath, preservation of life! born out of naivety! biohazard! it seems to me that what you need are my pangs of death! that's all you breed! a biological circle isn't a prase! it's really important to me! disturbing the course, breaking the borders, you offend humanity! torture or blies? i'd rather die like this: don't you see it in my face? kill me! it's an act of grace! i want to be gifted with death! escape this omnivorous sickness, repressed by surgical wishful thinking, and your profane ideals! this morbid embrace! please bring me to fall! constant pain is washing through me! i'm drawn to my subterranean bed, but you're blind to my malady. my fear of death cremates in hellish combustion, set aflame by pain, my life's in vain. comatose hours with this trickling disease, have stolen the joy from my eternal peace... extenden terror, medication of drugs, resulting in my irony of life. your mission to heal transforms into torture. if there's no hope, then leave me be! torture or bliss? i'd rather die like this: don't you see it in my face? kill me! it's an act of grace! massive convulsions of my imbalanced body, i hate to carry on! this sordid synthetic insomnia! enough of this disequilibrium! i may sound sick, and in fact i am, but i'm sober considering justice! listen demi-god! my body is my own! and my anguish will always recur! torture of bliss? i'd rather die like this: don't you see it in my face? kill me! it's an act of grace! --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ME, MYSELF AND I you, hereafer: enfeoffed and conveyed: helplessly you're beached ashore my isle of pleasure. once placid waters, now a churning sea, once cloistered crotch imbibing feces of self-denial, on you i exercise my sexuality! i can't help but feel superior, inferior, i'm torn between tow poles, seed and scorn, my romantic, tender side is fertile as a dead cunt, my stimulus snatched up by watching porn... me, myself and i me, myself and i wipe the smile of your face, lift you up to our place, me, myself and i so, you better watch your ass when i'm present. you better humbly beg to know my will. jump to it, obey my word, do my bidding, and my dreams, be advised to fulfill! no ransom is approprate to escape my carnal groove, just pay me with your entire body! a salary in seething flesh will suffice for now, later on i'll reap what i sow... me, myself and i wipe the smile of your face, lift you up to our place, me, myself and i miscarried emotions... deep depression in your eyes i see, come, crawl to me, the fun's yet to begin! me, myself and i, we're overdosed on sickening sex, fuck, is this just gross or a sin??? i don't know... me, myself and i your're nonplussed by my somber state of mind? have a closer look, now, this is what you find: my head, a cesspool of human ingredients; a cesspool of steaming refuse, amongst i feast on faesal matter, vaginal discharge, lukewarm... miscarried emotions! and the anticlimax hits you like a blow... --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------- PERFECTIONED FAILED i stumble about the confines, of my anal quest for perfection... love and fear me, in a like degree. no understanding, i'm a mystery to me. anger and self-doubt in fruitful congregation! i'm down on my knees, in sick protestation! i close my eyes, offer no resistance. from whom did i inherit this barren demerit? moulded in the likeness of ancient foes, to infringe the wholeness of my soul... the bond is torn asunder, perfection failed. nevertheless, an exit I did create... per! perfection! fact, perfection! perfection failed! perfection fails... i stumble about the confines, of my anal quest for perfection... love and fear me, in a like degree. no understanding, i'm a mystery to me. per! perfection! fact, perfection! perfection failed! perfection fails... --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------- SEPTIC SELVES subtraction of what you call soul; and there we lie in our viscid crimson. vaporized unter the droning sun, god's coagulated thought... obedient recipients of death, to blossom out in stereotypy. single-mindes sinlessness can't avoid to prod the shreds of memory... To expose the rot! septic selves! we're but asleep. our bipolarity concealed! subtraction of what you call morailty, and there we try to slake our unhuman lust. craving for tangy, zesty roadkill, god's coagulated antidote... surrender to atavistic urges, beseechingly we beg to scratch our sores. concocted behaviour patterns, the unvarnished instinct will come to force... To expose the rot! septic selves! we're but asleep. our bipolarity concealed! in sullen slumber, in septic dreams, we are gluttoning with gusto! festering, until the day our sensual boil is cracking! To expose the rot! septic selves! we're but asleep. our bipolarity concealed! --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------- PEP TALK as sudden news of disillusion gag your natural response you're dragged from save home turf to quicksand in rotten soil! don't expect your life, homogenized, into its most digestible form... as an apoplexy of frozen fear corrupts your precious face you're regarding death as a happy transfer to a better place... than this! don't expect your life, homogenized, into its most digestible form... life is cruel! ans so it shall be! how long can you savely be exposed to your own bigotry?! incompetence disincarnated?! disregard debility, defy euphemistic idiocy?! live is cruel! and so it shall be! an sudden news of desillusion gag your natural response you're dragged from save home turf to quicksand in rotten soil! don't expect your life, homogenized, into its most digestible form... --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------- RECOIL senstize! yourself! my intellect forsees a minute feeling: enlightenment, building up! delivering a soathing blow! archaic knowledge, laid to rest, do not enfeeble, grow strong. my ego rears its ugly head, well don't gell me what is wrong! a new era, sweet an succulent, painful, honest, servere... fuck yourselft! you piece of shit! my schismatic point is here! this is the logic consequence of my mental privation. a perverted ploy was my cradle, but know i'm sick of this adulation! touch me jesus! but don't burn your fingers! 'cause this ain't no game. touch me jesus! but don't burn your fingers! excuses are simply lame!!! an inflamatory speech! frustraion was too long restrained. i need to be purged of a vast bulk of thougths! before they increase a thousandfold. don't give me no crap! you 'shit for brains'! your dirt! i inhaled! i'm fed up with the norm. no wonder why my breath was stale... god no longer asks for blood sacrifices, but i can't recognize no difference! now listen! staccato! one-track! your head! this is me! stagnancy! a word of the past! detrimantal stand! shut up and give yourself an enema! enjoy your downfall, or take my hand! touch me jesus! but don't burn your fingers! 'cause i turn a deaf ear to your moans. touch me jesus! scorch yourself! sucher! i wear a sordid crown of bones!!! --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------