The Nausea

Dismenbered soul, I always knew

you would never be prepared for this

In self-contemp you loose your name

falling in a point of nothingness.

Disguise your body to hide your shame

avoiding my revealing gaze

the whole of your being now seems to be clear

but your face still remains the same.

Don´t be afraid, pain will be pleasure

when your senses can open their locks

spread the cold venom in your veins

freezing the nerves of your petrified limbs.

Your faded shadow is melted wax

and you swim in its burning waves

I´m your sickness, I´m your health

I´ll take you to the wrinkles of life.

Welcome to my horrid hole

Welcome to my nauseant dread.

Put aside the will to live

take apart prejudice

see the morbid way you exist

Don´t hear me now, I´m not real.

Carrying along

the gods you have created

you still don´t feel my force

I´ve come from the unknown.

Better ways to die

I can show you with one hand

but I don´t need what you can give

you make the last choice.

Weird faces float in a four dimensional plane

Bodies within bodies being not bodies,

at least, the bodies I know.

Hanging organs, putrid ideas, worms

I have to know

I have to feel

I find more pain

Going down to mindless existence

there´s no more good or bad reasons.

Formless humanity, a brutal wound.

In your innards nothing is sure.

A shameful life, the same as death,

trying to leave the void in you.

Tied up by faith, tied up by form

tied by your will

No existent being at first or last

you´re still nothing

Your lord is dead, was ever dead

you couldn´t know

A viscous fluid trap your emotions

in this purulent world.

Break the subtle chains/ "What?"

the web where you´re in as a trapped fly.

Spit the holy things/ "Never!"

they´re just a tale of the greatest show.

None´s at your side, you´re a lonesome grain

in the fruitless human dune.

There´s something you can do/ "Tell me!"

only you can know you´re what you have done.