The Chalice Vermillion - Thought Industry

The Chalice Vermillion - Thought Industry

Альбом
Songs For Insects
Год
1992
Язык
`English`
Длительность
607210

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Lyrics " The Chalice Vermillion "

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The Chalice Vermillion

Thought Industry

Leanna Nechlon pouts blood and tears.

I taste her

Neck.

I can now make her eyes roll to white.

Her pulse

Rate quickens.

Throbs upon my probing tongue.

Stars

Fall above us, burning for us.

Leanna became the whore

That save me from life.

I’ve lost faith.

Decrepit falls my Boston church, cloaking us from

Within.

I tip the cup, life’s challice vermillion.

The lost

Drug of God has won.

Nine angels, obscene devices for

The cruel torment of the will.

Consume thy paper, it will

Have to guide us to Earth’s Heaven above.

Flashing light will envelope my body.

Give me the

Strength I have lost but will need.

Transcendental my Noema develops.

Pumping nectar from the darkest sun.

Leanna Nechlon bleeds scriptures and lies.

I drink

Her thought, poison from it.

I will make her…

As one I write, messenger of God.

The inkwell

Empties.

Words are colored life’s red.

Leanna stares, quenched by her fear.

Sliding her

Hand across my face.

Going down upon my lips.

Feeling the blood pour so warm.

Tasting like hope, love,

And rust.

Onto the quill it flows so quick.

Finish the

Verse, begin another phrase of lore.

Leanna laughs as Her wrist fills my cup, and there I was when Leanna

Died.

Write some more.

As one I write, messenger of God.

The inkwell

Empties.

Words are colored life’s red.

God exists, God is good, God is omnipotent.

You

Can only have two of three.

To choose them all you

Contradict.

Mackie knew the rules so well he made

Anselm disintegrate, as Pascal sat to toss his coins on The farthest part of the Universe.

Dead not gone.

Paper is my torment.

The quill is my scalpel.

I am My own thesis.

The pain grows with the years.

The rain falls down my face and on silent Leanna.

I’ve lost.

The Universe calls me.

Oh, Mother take rne

Home.

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