Ceremonies of Negation

Blackened homes at night
Pornographic apathy of tolerance into shapeless black masses
Icy lips rhyming over a macabre dance
Falling apart, I'm wasting away
Split in two on this table with nothing to say
My body is decomposing art
As a child I often dreamt of death.
Ceremonies of negation.

When I feel myself assailed by sterile lucidity
where they substitute murders for coitus
life-size dolls and dead, almost dead, bodies
neurotic obsessions, fascinate me
even to the point of nausea.

Tropical embroideries on white curtain,
perverse and depraved, it's the only certain
dark red pearls floating inside my mind
Arouse visceral revulsion

Take off your favorite dress:
I found your screams scientifically fascinating:
Impaled angels and archbestial serpents
I fucking hate your blood, but I feel so well
Saws and knives slice open the skin,
Paintings red lines of such gorgerous design

Slow down into abandoned oceans, confused by the dissonace
You're so afraid, in search of astral signs in an ice hotel

Humans have their disgusting needs
Living in a fairytales that's tearing all the seams
Like a boring mother, spoke to Baphomet, confess to Baphomet
He said everything would be fine.

Warm wood vessels, azure flags waved by the hedonic wind
Smothering abomination on a black carriage,
Underneath the hypnotic cities of men: diamonds, rubies and gems.

I'm nothing; I'm nothing different
Eat my heart under a phosphorescent sea
She's just doing her worst, 'cause there's nothing else to see

Take off your favorite dress:
You're safe now;
Take off your favorite dress:
I found your screams
scientifically
fascinating

Blackened homes at night