Тексты песен «Atrox»

If you can't cope with the answers don't bother to ask If you can't cope with the sights don't bother to look Once you've seen it you can't make it unseen Once you've heard it you can't make it unheard You just...

Do not leave. Leave me weak. Do not leave me alone with this loony they say is me. A mooncalf - I am in panic, I am manic. A changeling. Pinioned, crippled. I am, believe. I can't come to terms with the terrestrials...

Here where the dead mourn for the living We eat cannibals before they attack We eat cannibals and ask afterwards We can't control our headless horses As the mongrels snap at their feet Masturbating teens round...

Here where the dead mourn for the living We eat cannibals before they attack We eat cannibals and ask afterwards We can't control our headless horses As the mongrels snap at their feet Masturbating teens round...

Lying here in this flower meadow Feeling free Hovering on a cloud Worries vanished Looking down on These people Do they deserve This grief All those people Gathered arround me Looking down on me With dismaling faces...

This penetrating pain arousing from its sleep This pallid flesh hiding in shades These hollow orbits watering the ground Frantic ghouls lurking in my shadow Reptiles crawling under my skin Temptations Swansong from the...

How I'd love to experience a heartquake But oh so afraid it will end up with a heartache These untimely little deaths Would leave me out of breath Life would flash before my eyes You might become a liability And...

These tears of sadness Falling with the grace of autumn leaves I have walked the path Carried my mournful wounds A burden I am (to you) That is why I spilled my tears These tears of sadness Symbolise the absence of...

My whispering poems My treasures My arch images My treasures They honour me Dead, creaking trees They praise me Mute, mossy rocks They worship me Empty shells Why exalt a man murdered by his own muse To prevent him...

So you took him moonward from the cellar. Put him in the black garret. The window's spotlight chasing him into the dusty sheets tossing. Did he wince at the stuffed woodwose lined up with the manikins by the end wall?...

I am the Ignoramus But he believes he is concealed when blindfolded And he believes he can read minds Words written in ink on cerebral paper And he believes if he becomes learned he'll die, therefore he ignores all...

You know you should lay your ghosts, but you've become used to them. You make your bed at eve, stretch ghosts over the mattress, let the insane bed tuck up your dunes, hide your dreams under the pillow. "You have...

Some time ago And for a period of time I lived on another planet And in another galaxy Where time Didn't exist There were no seasons No nights or days There were no calendars No hourglasses Sometimes I wrote letters...

Peek through the hole And enjoy the lizard dance Come see the lizards' dance Out of their skin See them throw their first tails Watch the hundredth tail Form behind a purple body Come see the lizards' hypnotic dance...

In the shade, in the cold, a grey pastry, a sallow dough. A giant lump of some a?a/&%/ substance. Wallowing in an over-sized glass jar. Quivering, gurgling. Reminding of muddy aspic. It looks so "/)&/"a?a%...

At last I've found you. You're here, you're mine, you're a machine. Hear my tales, decipher my dreams, tell me things. So happy. What can I use you for - ogling, nestling, coddling? Keep up the spirit, enliven me, keep...

I am the constant comings and goings of my selves. Some of them settling within, some going on. Others sojourning indefinitely, tuning in, tuning out. New attendants join - cynicism, misanthropy, indifference. Should...

At times I'm so preoccupied running I forget paying attention to where I'm going At times I'm so busy reaching ecstacy I forget paying attention to all other needs We've all got our methods of survival These are...

Deep down in a smiling bucket swimming clouds. If it was up to me this house would be almost seven hundred years old and more than thirteen kilometres tall. I would sit in a rocking chair, creaking along with an...

The autumn sun is restrained to wither as the winter assumes with its pale pride The last of life is smothered Only the remembrance of a season's departure is left behind as a ghastly hand sweeps the landscape The...