Text písně Anorexia Nervosa: Sequence 1 - Spiritu Fornicationis

Sequence 1 - Spiritu Fornicationis


Fruit of a consumed paralysis & Amok monkey who's brandishing a knife, pretends to kill to be absolut burned in the open / A soul thief, a determined subtleties - eater
A dispossessed human machine suffering from withdrawal symptoms built in the most perfect opposition with the surrounding swamp / To flee
The glaciation A vertigo to forget a little where we have fallen- A violent display of himself - This dream of a hand that can stop and any minute now a dream as we hope for it : simple but full of subdivisions / To know & yet nothing else is possible except what we have to think I wish the one would come , the one who will find the world that can't brush against any lips Any minutes now, I will fall in an indissoluble doubt Everything will be beyond me / To flee ?
From this informal toeing & froing there's no conclusion & no pneumatic wisdom How long will it still last ?
Every day , I get up & invited in front of the mirror While having an earnest desire to do it / Who could give it a name ? All that an earnest desire to do it / who could give it a name ? All that is ridiculous, i was there just now without knowing what to do & This is there books which drawing me my birth place / How long will it still last ?& I close my eyes The rustle of the leaves is outside







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