Deleuzean Centuries - Hideous Divinity

Burning Brighter

Burning, Burning brighter

Simulacrum

Burns high the betrayal flame

The fetish alive in the glory of the dead

Calling to rise the head, pray for a vision

To record with dissonant emotions

The Deleuzian

Implosion bleeds its pain devouring inside

Explosion leads the way to a resurrection waiting to cry

The boy unwanted screams forever and ever

Smell of revolting mutation, alteration

Violent morphing of the flesh and conscience

Now look at me!

Who am I in this dead play

There’s nothing inside

What am I?

In the self-induced thrill I dwell

We stare at each other in the same grave

Where my angel’s empty shell will forever lay

How can I breath the fear of death

When there’s no reality once we awaken?

Take my hand

Follow me in the dance I am lost within

The rite imposing its will

I do need to know you’re near, In this sea of sand, take my hand

I recognize the bullet hole, its mark

Screaming to my eyes a truth I cannot stand, its mark

Burns into my mind with all its might

Make it disappear!

Please wake me up!

I reflect in my eyes in repetition

Unwanted redemption

Once our nightmare, now our god

A shelter from the glacial crawl of time

Questions leading nowhere, you laugh

The answer I knew

Where my blood has fallen

Where the static will forever feast

Where we summon the sleepers

Where the simulacrum awaits