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BODY OF CHRIST LYRICS
"The Schizophrenic Approach" (2005 EP)
1. The Descent
2. Basement Bait
3. Flesh Is Weak
4. A Fool's Thoughts
5. The Solipsist
1. The Descent
2. Basement Bait
Ahhh... the exaltation
As I hear you scream for dear life
Inflict humiliation
Engraved in your mind, the question: "Why?"
Although I feed on your despair
In my twisted way, I care
Taste your salty tears
See your eyes dilate, smell your fear
You’ll learn to love my cruelty
Physically and mentally
The vexation represses your identity
Submit to slavery
Your beauty’s a thorn in my eye
My jealousy will corrupt your grace
"This will hurt me more than you", I say
Mockery expressed on my face
You’ll learn to love my cruelty
Physically and mentally
The vexation represses your identity
Submit to slavery
No need to fear for your life
A far worse fate awaits
You will wish that you had died
After all this disgrace
A squeal of fright as I turn on the light
Cause you know that you face
Another hell that awaits you tonight
There are no means to escape
There’s no one to hear your cries
While you lie and wait
You see the gleam in my eyes
And once again you’re raped
I bet you wish you could wipe
The cum that drips from your face
But both your hands are tied
Until it scales off it stays
You’ll learn to love my cruelty
Physically and mentally
The vexation represses your identity
Submit to slavery
3. Flesh Is Weak
Leading a life of dissolution and debauchery
Lost to all sense of shame
I cast the first stone of offence
At ascetics that worship the pain of life
Flesh is weak
Strength of the will is such self-deception, body over mind
Flesh is weak
Wallowing in decadence
Only living for delectation
Idleness, the parent of vice
Pleasure-loving dissipation
To all temptation I will yield
To lust, to sloth and gluttony
Exceeding in these primal needs
Which more and more become fixations
Wallowing in decadence
Only living for delectation
Idleness, the parent of vice
Pleasure-loving dissipation
Always know that flesh is weak
But strong enough to control the mind
4. A Fool's Thoughts
Whoe’er chooses to swim into this chemical cesspool
Beware not to ripple the surface when serene
Overweening self-esteem pulled down by treacherous streams
Once they take you out of sight, probably you’re never to be seen again
Festum stultorum
Feast of fools
Diddle me, diddle dumb
Flinging mud must be great fun
Diddle me, diddle dumb
Touch the sore so easily done
Spout the tirade
Reprobate
Castigate
Pasquinade
Ostensible passiveness to words apropos of nothing
Vitiates the denouncement (but) intensifies sagacity
Forfeiting credibility for an ego boosting fix
Condemnation points out self-confidence, that clearly marks the fool
FOOL
Festum stultorum
Feast of fools
Diddle me, diddle dumb
You will see, your day will come
Diddle me, diddle dumb
A fool to fool the foolish one
Spout the tirade
Reprobate
Castigate
Pasquinade
5. The Solipsist
Communicating with myself again...
My mental states may not accurately
Mirror the external world
Illusion covering an entirely
Different reality
I swallow this philosophical drug
Drink from its source of wisdom
Self is the whole of reality
I am all there is
I am Solipsist
Not a thing exists
Save the Solipsist
I am all there is
I am Solipsist
You do not exist
For I am Solipsist
My chimerae take exception
Objection overruled
Inveracious projection
Figment of my imagination
The link between the mental and physical is broken
Hallucinations brought on by the
Isolation of drifting in a faceless void
Don’t wish to convince you - there’s no use to argue - there’s no valid ground
to assume the objective existence of the universe
I am all there is
I am Solipsist
Nothing does exist
Just the Solipsist
I am all there is
I am Solipsist
You does not exist
Dixit Solipsist
...the seclusion completes
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