Souls are torn to bleed.
Sounds are burning fountains.
Trembling pound of meat
Gushes with red Voices, senses -
All human race's only chances
To raise over ape
Once and forever.
[Chorus:
Music's Ichor in my veins
Washing pain away
And I will never be the same -
So small, so shamed.
In collapsing world it climbs
Like tsunami higher and higher
Over mounts to heaven's vault,
Spraying celestial spheres.]
If this wounds are unhealing
Any drug is deceiving.
So let it out, don't shut it up,
Don't let your music stop.
So burn this revolution
Against beast inside
Trying to get over
You.
Your absolution
For all monkey fuss'
In this sanguine sounds.
[Chorus:
Music's Ichor in my veins
Washing pain away
And I will never be the same -
So small, so shamed.
In collapsing world it climbs
Like tsunami higher and higher
Over mounts to heaven's vault,
Spraying celestial spheres.
Reddening their peal.
In the splashes gods
Read their short epitaphs.]
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