The Devourment Of The Will

I breathed through your body's vivid light

Inside while I lost my will

My name, cancelled itself in the

Universal space of our experiences.

In matter and anti-matter

Our hopes have been flaked

I will be a docile worm that will twist

'Round God's mercy and your affected charity.

From here on your divine son will mix with me

And strewn with the golden saliva

We will taste the death

And in the death the conquest of the will.

We dragged our weaknesses in religion

In the useless speculation of existence

In every conflict, conflict between

Superb pigs, pigs and dogmas

I'm weak, weak like this tired sun

That deforms and rocks our babylonic path

I will only know how to live in that

Vulgar space between instinct and knowledge.

I won't be anything more,

I won't be anything more

We won't be anything more

I won't be anything more

The will that pulse in the pure chest,

Pure chest of your divine son

Is the blinding echo of earthly humiliation

That revives, revives and revives

I won't be anything more,

I won't be anything more

We won't be anything more

I won't be anything more

Compare me with your memory

With the bitter delusion of the history,

The most intimate and flattering violence

Compare me with your memory

With the bitter delusion of the history

It's the most intimate and flattering violence

Compare me with your memory

With the bitter delusion of the history

It's the most intimate and flattering violence