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Where The Carcass Waits For Afterlife

from OWN by Psychotop

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Where the carcass waits for afterlife


It hums in my ears
as the dark voice is calling me
the worms crawl up in me
they wind through my mind
immeasurable freedom
as my hands start to judge you again
reverentially I´m raping
to create myself

In your body so cold
it might be young or be old
there´s a story foretold
and I will find out
I draw a picture with blood
speak my prayers to god
am I religious or not
I will find out

Is there a collapse of signs
in the language of mind
a leakage in space and time
I will find out
when I draw with your blood
on your skin while you rot
I am hubris, I´m hot
and I will find out

Skin is stretched on his easel of bones
he´s wading in 6 inches of bowels
an artist in his little chamber
where the carcass waits for afterlife

Consciousness
muse
innocence
inspiration

Pungent stench permeates the air
I don´t smell it, when I´m drawing
your last scream sounds in my ears
I still hear it when I´m dreaming
nights and days are passing by
I don´t feel it while I watch you
absorbing the essence of your skinned spirit

Enflamed rave my hands, made for this
lead by monstrous consciousness
strokegrown extasy leaves the fists
the scene plunged into bloodred bliss

Last lines drawn, inspiration gone
he´s finished
shortly frightened of what he´s done
paralyzed
for one moment he´s a vulgar man
before
the worms begin to crawl again
the voice begins to call again
muses kiss in his heart
makes him plaything of his art again

2011

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from OWN, released May 9, 2022

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