كلمات Exotica Sequence

Kiss me... with your fear I need us being Together... You and I have always been the unseen Invisible to most until the bonding began Weary, dreary, tearyface Take me to the happy place The christ figure beckons those who are fools Those who will drink the sacred blood of his wounds And wipe the dribble from their passive stinking mouths With the soiled cloth worn by the divine falsity In dreams we can die, In fantasies we can thrive But here, only you and I in our nightmare In an erotic embrace that burns Despair The Swallowers and the Listeners are just outside To enter our paradise of private splendor So may they be eviscerated We that are bonded shall be saved Those of the light be shunned Atop desolate plateaus of imagination Centuries will fall, the sodomization of time And still we will sleep on the edge of oblivion Infliction of pleasurable delusions Of erotica, this Exotica Sequence Leaves dry and dead float on cooling Autumn winds Snow gentle and silent drifts in sunless winter skies Spring green and rebirth ignored Summer warmth and joy unnoticed