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Invocation… I will not break beneath your suffocation although you stalk within my mind in constant oppression. Now I decide, now I arise, now I defile the disguise that you employ to destroy me, we will destroy you He is my unbounded fountain of power and rising within my heart infuses me to overpower. Although you try to slip me into your chilling chokehold the infinite within will ever oppose you and devour rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise within my heart. Rise within me Madhusudana, rise within me, Madhusudana. Rise, rise, rise rise, rise, rise, rise, master within my heart.
Blood… specter image arisen in the graveyard of my mind… they embrace. And I see blood, I see blood, I see blood and bones and not romance, not romance The blood, the blood and the bones. The blood and the skulls. Passionate collision of skeletons, ashen impact… again Cried out and then they crumbled. They cried out, they cried out and they crumbled; collapsed. Like the dreams they tried to build that can never be fulfilled in this world The blood, the blood and the bones. The blood and the skulls. Passionate collision of skeletons, passionate collision of bodies Pessimist but ain’t it so factual, everything is temporary in this world but my reality is no bleak because I live for my soul, I give my love to the soul of my soul… the blood, the blood and the bones. The blood and the skulls. Passionate collision of skeletons, I shall abstain.
Killer of the Soul… satanic ritual, set the corpse upon thy table, cosmetic religion, hide the horns if you are able. Killer of the animal, only a demon could dine in the flesh of the dead, each hair on the back of each cow is a birth you’ll spend in hell… the killer of the soul, whomever he may be will be forced to the darkest regions, embrace your decisions, in the darkest regions of hell self killing ritual, set the bottle upon the table, cosmetic ignorance, to kill the pain. Killer of the animal within, liquid poison to wash your brain, just to drown in misery, your life has become hell the killer of the soul, whomever he may be will be forced to the darkest regions, embrace your decisions, in the darkest regions of hell I won’t kill my soul.
Being or Body… I sit, inside, and stair through these window eyes. You look so far away and when I am next to you… the distance grows Are you being or are you body? Touch you, I don’t. Feel you, I won’t. Impossibly alone; I am. Staring out at your naked robot Are you alive, are you alive, are you alive inside those window eyes? Are you alive, are you alive, are you alive inside as am I?
When death closes your eyes… hide, how will you hide, how will you hide, how will you hide behind your pride when death closes your eyes and darkness spills from inside? Will you suddenly find you were never alive, never alive, inside? When death closes your eyes Wide, wide eyes, of fear, I hear… death is howling near, death is coming near. Will I suddenly find success was wasting my time… what if I suddenly find I was never alive? When death closes your eyes Is dust all that we live for… all that we know? Is dust all the we live for? Is dust all the we live for? Is dust all the we live for? Brace to face, to embrace the void. How will your loving lover comfort you, comfort you? What will be the meaning of all the winnings in this world when ashes come to dust, when ashes come to dust, as this body must? When death closes your eyes Abandon the death wish… re-ignite the light inside.
Mantra Six… changing pictures, bright and framed through window smoke. Like fire burning ashes, ashes of your hope how will you reap the harvest of technology? How will you flee the forest of your insanity? Burning forest, brutal harvest Off-line frame brain… locked in to the on-line main frame, and rows of houses all the same and all the people are drenched in plain how will you reap the harvest of technology? How will you flee the forest of your insanity? Burning forest, brutal harvest our desire brings on the pain.
Arctic… I’ll try for you; I’d try for you, trial by ice. I can simply extend my finger in a pose of exquisite pain. I can only stretch my arms, stretch, reach, for you Try, try, try, try, try to survive I’ll try for you, I’d try for you, try, trial by ice. I need a blanket to warm me from the chill of my emptiness. I need a blanket to exsulate me because I’m cold inside Try, try, try, not to freeze, freeze, freeze; die a jolting phone, cataclysmic in a bone marrow night. I need a blanket to warm me from the chill of my emptiness. How is sleep to hide me from the fact that you are absent from my heart? How is sleep to hide me from the fact that I am too dead to even care? Hollow are the bones, of lonely, hollow are the bones of lonely, hollow are the bones of lonely I stand… hollow… I die… hollow… but I try.
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Opposition… your hypocrisy, suave brutality, your empty religion, your cold hollow philosophy. Consumerism, thrice daily cannibalism, your TV, your constant sexuality, I oppose vehemently… I vow.
Deathbed… I remember when you cried, with your eyes on fire. With the gale in your lungs, scream your throat red but now it’s getting colder… what happened to you? deathbed. You’re on your deathbed I remember when you laughed with that sunlight on your lips, Sun rising smile on your early morning smile but you’re not waking up this time… breathless cries over lifeless eyes your bodies here, but your not That thing that screamed with me and dreamed with me, that thing that laughed with me and cried with me. That same thing lies before me on this deathbed, but where are you? you're not on your deathbed.
Pale… down, pulled down, pulled down by the current into the ocean of misery. Dragged out by the mainstream and washed out by the waves on convenience and complacency. Time has dried your substance pale Time won’t dry my substance pale, one path for me through destiny and I’ll tread it until the blood red end because I stand in the shelter of my Lord.
Solitary… Condemned cell incarcerates me. No walls, no bars, on this cage; it’s just “me”. This penitentiary is my identity and in this solitary I learn what it’s like to feel so alone in this solitary confinement crouched, in a lonesome corner, I shiver. Head faced to the walls and my eyes glued to a mirror. Masculinity beats the living hell out of me, vanity; my only reality, my cold companion alone in my solitary confinement each moment without you I die… oh Krsna.
Holyname… I have no emotion; I have no devotion just empty motions, oceans of motions intent on ego promotion. No elation, just devastation, supplication seems a foreign creation. Barren and beaten and bruised is the briar-ridden, torn land of my heart, my cries are lies from conceitful eyes I won’t shimmer in this complacency. I won’t settle for this false me.
I defy you… Call it a lie, call it a crutch, call it denial. Say it’s an escape “it’s only fear sought to beguile”. Say I lost my tear, say I lost my self doubt, say I lost my life and say I copped out I defy you.
Curse of Instinct… Curse of instinct is never knowing peace. Even pain is welcome when you cannot feel a thing and it’s only getting harder to fit together the pieces, when they just don’t fit, they just won’t fit. It only gets lonelier when you’re stuck outside, caught in a void, drown in denial and it’s only getting harder to fit together the pieces, it only gets lonelier when you’re stuck outside. You can’t fit together the pieces and you’re ripped apart by the void, the emptiness, in you, the emptiness in you. I won’t hide it anymore, I won’t hide it anymore… the emptiness, the void, the void in my heart… the you Can you feel the emptiness in you the emptiness, the void, in you.
Woman… Woman, did you really fall for this again? Did you believe that he was a man? Did you think there was something real in the things we said or was it just to be a lord over you in bed? That’s the sorry truth… He’ll tell you everything you ever want to hear because he wants to be your most dear, he wants to be the reason for your tear, the music that’s playing in your ear. He wants to be your reservoir of pleasure, he wants to be your hearts only treasure, your everything, your only thing, your God… he wants to be your God Imitation God. I am your imitation God How far will you fall for it? He is he only He, what you see in me is falsity, Govindam adi-purusham tam aham bhajami This isn’t a song of flattery as I am pointing out our stupidity, your femininity, our masculinity, think about it… did you dream you were more than his trophy? Sex turns us to stone an non-entity, sex turns us to stone and that’s the reality.
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