ElectronicaIn your absence This pleasure reigns You fall back Into the sickness you feign Hanging from the cosmos you lack This is where we’ll begin A shark with the electric blue fin Attack this violent fetusElectronica
Soaking in the ocean’s wax paraffin It’s the future’s bliss A mother board fortress Harnessing this emptiness Sing with your wavelength voice All the white-hats will rejoice Forcing the firewalls apart so you can fit Leaking in the sieves You’ll do as you please In your combustive spontaneity You’ll scream your speech Until it coagula
WindowAre you crouching in your corner? You give additional denotations To fornicator Pulling out of your sticky darknessWindow
You dive into the realms of the unknown Saturate yourself in the unforsaken You are shameless As your head tilts back You reveal your fangs Behind your snarling voice you laugh While biting into the feeding hand You cradle bodies in your warmth Whispering soft and sweetly Lying in the whores and swarms Planting the evil seeds Your a fucking god in your beauty Setting off the red alarms Untouchable from any harm Your face
New TasteI want to reach toward this glass And pull you out this imagery Of your bright dawn's mask Tip the flask and drown this reverie I'm inebriated by this rush of beauty Under this bland flesh Your bouquet is sweet This taste is fresh... Swimming in this sea of leather tongue I'll lick your wounds, breathe your tar pit lungs Sell my fairy tales to make you pristine In the end you'll always win Your the new perpetual machine That likes to stretch me thin No matter what, you're always clean When you should burn in sinNew Taste
You're eyes are onyx and wide
My Welcoming PartyI look into this mirror Waiting for this other vein To reach out in front of me I'm trapped in this realm of distrust A votex space sucking me dry of identity Groping for something I can't touch I gaze into this reflection I know its not much I'm fading by my own discretion But you... You talk down to me I bite my lip before I seethe But my lips just bleed You Turn away before the tiles weep I'm sinking further into the ground Ashes sleeping after the spark You stomp me out I'm no longer aflame in my rage You grab me by the skin aMy Welcoming Party
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I cradle this body, my temple, and wait,
Whisper of better days,
And I still know so little.
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do you have a secret?
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