Отсутствует (исполнитель: Неизвестен)
I can't survive [bad word] down day When my spirit houses so much pain So much bitterness I need to teach myself to feel again Somehow I've lost the thread of being human Rotting in this bitterness I'm so confused, what is the function of this ego sickness? Uselessly beleaguered by self-hatred whisperings, Man I can't deal with mourning at the carcass Of my failures any longer Slipping on my own vomit while I Tried to call you from a bathroom in Sao Paulo But I was too [bad word] to formulate any sort of earthly language So much bitterness Other people can say there is a [bad word] belief system But all my life I've been betrayed by my mother's religion So much bitterness I'm so destroyed, what is the purpose of this ego sickness? Uselessly besieged by self-aversion whisperings, Man I can't deal with mourning at the carcass Of my failures any longer Can't seem to get the saddle on the spoils of this morbid fugue My mantra's of subhuman nature, just a baleful ululation The inks dripping all over me, the only regret I have is caring Are we posing are we props? riding the anger till it stops Father, will we starve today, Father, will we starve? Father, will we starve today, Father, will we starve? No my child, there are wild women here and crafty fish am I. No my child there are wild women here and a fleshy catch am I. Will our quarters be the sunken earth deep beneath the meadow? Will our quarters be the sunken earth deep beneath the ground? No my child you'll lay your head upon a monstrous felony. No my child you'll rest your head upon a gross misdeed. Father, will our crime be that of grace or of defilement? Father, will our crime be that of beauty or abuse? My child, oh my blessed one, the lord makes no distinction, For artful retribution is his singular delight It's hard to sympathize with those that won't fight for themselves I can't hold both our faces off the flames much longer The child of our [bad word] is free I've fallen out of love with the prisoner That's to save us