She climbed up to that place and touched the ceiling of curved ice.
Said: "Is it worth scratching the sky? Can I know what comes after time?"
All these Stones. Smooth Round Cells. Diamonds hidden in Eggshells
"I'VE GOT JOY INSIDE. But it always subsides. And I'm perpetually redefined."
"Or is it hate?" Thick and Red. Dark. And Brooding. And Cancerous.
"How do I get inside?" She asked for my advice.
But I sent knives.
"Found my Name. Found my Soul. Strings of Words that I don't know."
Crush these Bones. Smooth the Skin. OPEN THIS THING THAT I LIVE IN.
"How do I get inside?" She asked for my advice.
"A reasonable rationalization for staying alive."
It's alright. It's alright.
If your soul is an advertisement
GET OUTSIDE. It's alright.
We have universities that act like knives--
Cut and show you how we all get small and Go
Or just implode [if you're IN].
And if not, you get to watch yourself End.
credits
from LUST,
released March 23, 2006
Graeme Enkelis (guitar, synths), BF (strings, piano, bass, drums)
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