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AAAAARGH! BLOODY 2-HANDED CHAINAXE BLOW LYRICS
"Elliptic White Square" (2001)
1. Anamnesis (The Theory of the Apocalypse)
2. Angelic Chimera
3. Living Patriarchy
4. Summer Storms
5. Vengeance
1. Anamnesis (The Theory of the Apocalypse)
Affirming its organicity, the learning body soon becomes the interface between its libidinous activity and the world before to own. An impersonal urge to perceptive diffusion by boolean judgement, contrives, thrives then overgrows its inertial archaism.
The human observer handles a model of sexual componentiation and invariably involves itself in the complex finitude of the isentropic macro-relation, the rythm it creates. Conservation of the uniform phrase-development by the fundamental dichotomy of elliptic self-structuralism.
The human self-analyst wallows in the aesthetic morbidity they incubate. The auto-erotic application of libido deprived him of his recursive developmental integrity. Where immediacy regresses genital transitivism to the notion of bucco-anal sexualism and impersonal generism.
2. Angelic Chimera
The equation of the natural eco-system sums up to a question of possession cycles, the art of the species. A consideration for the meta-functional continuity and meta-eugenism resorts to the study of anatomical dichotomy , inversion circular motion deflected to the quantic intra-rythmic confinements of perceptual events, where in inflection it institutes its own proper rythm.
For the bipede, handwork implies of detrimental energy an increase so that the world will shrink while sensing. In that it opposes the sensuality of erection, impersonal population rendered into incremental growth. By the abstration of emotional addressing the critical expression has been reached, where, notion uniformized, the planar body - prowling the now unmeasurable universe within but the span of a dream - flies.
Through retrojection the mind will not recognize but re-elaborate the sensual meta-cycle, the concise assimilation of one life experience, the emphasis of dual reflection - over the boundaries of one dream.
3. Living Patriarchy
narcissic objectivism
from the newborn's life agony emerges
inherits animal wisdom
broods in him the syndrome of Life's procreation
eye presently relegated
to assume of paternal might the glory
chanting of his Life of decrepitude
the monotonous litany
respect and security to
him
gasping sin to supply the sacrificial rite
immortal as Him now
(Satan,) wound it into slumber
into endless Slumber
4. Summer Storms
« We knew not how full it was to walk a mountain »
Gauging out of a corner of the eye at an angle
Futures thus declaring themselves at the discretion of each other
We culminate in this pure language so that
In presence of you we won’t even need to flee
Within constant-framed
While tramping on the sandmound
Tell now of its side
« Caught a glimpse at the mound
Even threw in a mountain
Though in palesome moment
Felt as if I had passed out »
Walking on the mountain
A dust spectre wrinkling down the earth-saturating current
Violet-shattered veins darkening ( the ) hemisphere
Ocular specks whip the caducious leaves up warming towards dawning
At dusk as tracing the curve of chorus moons now earthed
now white-glowing trails fleeting in
A sediment born to fertilizing a fracturing if not the sky gathering up
Ridging the swelling flowing into sculptural, mouthed-out iciclings
Sparklings of light shivering now patterned, now past to sunlit blackenings
Raining back over to the warming of the misted-up glacier
« How could I free from this one » wind you talk about
Going on halting at each and every breath
Waxing humus skin within age cooled down up
Looking cracks mud-painted into the dark-skinned
Waves dribbled down sagging-out shining hair
Outpouring liquid draughts of imbibing brown-greys
The hollow apex to birth upcry
Slashed along the enlightening of unviolence
Does it not deny nominative fathomability
In.... the agony of dying....
This anonymity speaks
Eyes only now coruscating with might, now they look into you
The choking winds precipitate free under
The rumble storming in impatient wait
Staring back in time into this shining I
Monotone
Monotone
Monotone
Monotone
5. Vengeance
My life was just a dream
Equilibrium maintained by authority
Captive rage... is it an obscenity ?
The questions were asked for me
Following the path dictated by society
Didn’t mind where was the stream...
but I was happy
They took away my holy flesh
Destroying all I possessed
They must be eradicated
Their blood must spill to wash the sin
Only the food of their guts
Will calm down my omnipresent anguish
I see them lying down
They will be lying
I need to complete the lack of my life
This is not a question of determination
Just a matter of retribution
But I can’t trust a human justice not created by me
Unproportioned sanctions, misplaced decisions
From uncertainty
Will rise my frustration
I will affirm my potency
The unidirection of my thoughts
A quest for satisfaction
Leading to the obsession
Whereby I build upon myself
This is the acquired right of my patterned actions
And of my soulless strife
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