Blood And Confusion

Words confuse and create equivocal thoughts

Thoughts silently transmit our inner essence

The eternal silence leads to oblivion

The eternal silence leads to oblivion

I am contradiction, the boundary, inside and outside

I am difficulty, immoderation, mannerism, simplicity

Words confuse and create equivocal thoughts

Thoughts silently transmit our inner essence

The eternal silence leads to oblivion

The eternal silence leads to oblivion

I am contradiction, the boundary, inside and outside

I am difficulty, immoderation, rigor, baroque, minimalism

I'm like this music that twists around itself

That gets torn and recomposes

That gets torn and recomposes

I'm the result of a test, the survivor of a living

Rottenly imbued of my life, counterpoint to the petrification of pain

Heap of rocks, skeleton of soul, voice suspended in a dream

Longing for entering the mystery of visible

For tasting the sweet horror vacui

I listen to the silence

I listen to the silence

Blood, blood, blood

Blood and confusion

Blood, blood, blood

Blood and confusion

I feed myself

Myself with fear, rage, anguish and unspoken sensations

Surprised and spellbound by the grotesque and eclectic revelation of things

I listen to the silence

I listen to the silence

Blood, blood, blood

Blood and confusion

Blood, blood, blood

Blood and confusion

I perceive something tragic here

And my mind is blood and confusion

I perceive something tragic here

And my mind is blood and confusion

Blood and confusion