paroles de chanson Closed Filter - Vore Complex

Unicorns and satyrs pumped into the meat machine
Wash your hands with bleach until the skin is glistening clean
Measure out some margins for the people in between
Close your mouths and swallow but I won't forget the screams

On anorexic hope
A silent body will decay
Entranced by each scant memory
Dragged beyond the dust of day
Drinking down mojitos on the suicide strip
And mixing up some morals as soiled sanity slips

Take the bones of angels
Craft a beautiful chain
Then flay all faith alive
With its fresh new pain
The crowds are torching ibises
Their corpses clog the drains
But you just want something different
Something you just can't sustain

I'm nothing but a flux-slug sipping stale champagne
Biting back the beast that scratches at my brain
Dehumanised, desensitised, devalued by your blame
Whilst consumers carve up concrete and snort it like cocaine

As chemical flares burn through sepulchre skies
Mary Jane magickians think up empty alibis
Media convulsions have their grey tint optimised
Soul lobotomy a fair-trade price for paradise

Take the bones of angels
Craft a beautiful chain
Then flay all faith alive
With its fresh new pain
The crowds are torching ibises
Their corpses clog the drains
But you just wanted something different
Something you just can't sustain

Impaled by self-delusions sent by watchers overhead
Cold-blood coded cameras make a living from the dead
Claustrophobic
Paranoiac
Misanthropic cattle led
Anesthetise your ethics so the market can be fed
So the market can be fed

We see ourselves on the surface of a coruscating light
Scuttling down its shadows in a scar of delight
Each sphere of vision
An atom of waste
Slicing through the skin of reality's face
Memories are all rotting in a rip of fired blue
Tomorrow is just yesterday scabbed with a silted truth
Stabbed into infinity
Buried in the dark
The message isn't for us and our words have played their part

And love is like a hand grenade
With rusty hooks and paper chains
We're turning inside out insane
Our heads upon a silver plate
Formaldehyde will hide the taste
All life is lashes on a stage
We lack the will to venerate
That better world that spins away