Paroles de obZen

A state of perfection, immersed in filth Equilibrium obtained Pure in devotion to all things unwell This sweet zen of our ill condition sustained A new belief-system Salvation found in vomit and blood Where deprivation, lies Corruption, war and pain is God Balance Harmony found in the sickly, the vile Unflinching eyes, joyous and gleeming Intense in their need to watch things die A new belief-system Salvation found in vomit and blood Where deprivation, lies Corruption, war and pain is God Decay, disgrace, disgust - our state of zen The grime of contempt and degeneration Sticky, foul and pungent - The sediment of our creation We flourish in this bloodred soil