| Lyrics: | Words confuse and create equivocal thoughts
Thoughts silently transmit our inner essence
The
eternal silence leads to oblivion.
I am contradiction, the boundary, inside and outside
I am
difficulty, immoderation, mannerism, simplicity,
rigor, baroque, minimalism
I'm like this
music that twists around itself,
that gets torn and recomposes.
I'm the result of a test,
the survivor of a living
Rottenly imbued of my life, counterpoint to the petrification of
pain
Heap of rocks, skeleton of soul, voice suspended in a dream
Longing for entering the
mystery of visible
For tasting the sweet horror vacui.
I listen to the silence
I feed
myself with fear, rage, anguish and unspoken sensations
Surprised and spellbound by the
grotesque and eclectic revelation of things.
I perceive something tragic here
And my mind is
blood and confusion. |
