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DESPISED ICON LYRICS
"Demos 2002 & 2004" (2006 Split album)
1. She's Strychnine
2. The Girl Nextdoor Is Always Screaming
3. The Bud Dwyer Effect
4. Warm Blooded
5. Bulletproof Scales
1. She's Strychnine
Like the snake in Eden, only more slippery & deceitful.
You're a poison girl!
I could've swallowed you, I'm seeking the proximity, to be under your flesh, flower of flesh and blood, I wanted to be your blooming.
I felt empty the minute you walked away from me...
Right now, I miss just everything about her.
The fragrance all around her neck, the way she moves, fuck yeah, those tight panties.
I can't wait to strip you down!
You're a monument of aesthetic, instead of glorifying (you),
I'll rearrange your pretty smile.
An icon to be adorned, you make me sick!
With a rusty cleaver, I'll be the new Da Vinci.
Whore. Poisonous. Wine. Strychnine!
You please yourself in the collecting of wrecks of men who've fallen under your charms.
Between these luscious legs, a graveyard has became quite a populous Nation.
But I simply won't give in, as I have seen beyond the cruelty of your looks.
Risen from the ashes of my love life, I aim to see you suffer.
And I desecrate everything that has been given to you, as natural weapons, against my will.
Weapons that you so skillfully use everyday, you call this justice?
To be the one, that will show you that tomorrow's morning glory is gonna be tainted and simply won't happen, ever again.
As sunrise is no more and so are you!
2. The Girl Nextdoor Is Always Screaming
amy, sweet lewd amy... the way she moans, it's so obscene. whether she's
crying or complaining, and the way she's getting beaten, it's almost
arousing. I cannot differ the sounds anymore, they all seem like a
relentless buzzing discomfort. fuck this treacherous imagination of mine, if
you'd only knew the complexity of the scenarios emerging from there. it
feels like a bad soap-opera, yet you cannot help yourself from watching the
next episode. she must be so beautiful, I guess that is why I hate her and
her voice that much. the mystery in itself, of her real self, is far more
interesting than knowing. introspection, yes I do fear the return of the
ever-questioning process. it has forced me to review most of the basics
concerning females. I hear them, over and over again, throughout the night.
I don't remember the last time I slept, and... and I'm not feeling well,
here, alone with my thoughts... staring at a blank wall. battered and
bruised, bleeding on the floor. worthless piece of meat. I know she's
crushed. but I am useless, unable to save her, and maybe I don't want to. oh
how I beg for complete silence...
3. The Bud Dwyer Effect
it takes guts and a gun, just like in bud dwyer's lil' surprise. a defect,
no one'll ever see it coming. I'm indulging myself in a strategic advance,
orchestrated by the enemy. it dwells deep, yet grows strong, within... (Am I
working against myself? well am I?) everything dreadful happening, imagine
how I should feel, when realizing that it was planned, from a beginning that
I don't even recall, you might call this a tragedy, seems more to me like
simple standard habits. wishing to be finally saved, waiting for
something/someone that would order me to follow a certain purpose with both
convictions & deviations. if you'd only knew how... I'm tired of your
paintings. your bold landscapes sucks and have ceased to amaze me long ago.
be a pal and let me add a fantasy of mine, abstraction. of scarlet and red
pure... so pure. are there any written rules related to simplicity (of
actions, of thoughts...) I guess not. so how come your judging? you won't
the day that it will end, drenched in vital fluids (.357) as you are forced
to witness the spontaneity of the events. and I won't be a bother no more?
4. Warm Blooded
It's been seven nights since my latest craving. An urge so compelling, it consumes my every thought. Drawn by the glare of your flaming lips, fascinated by the way your touch turns everything to ashes. The buildings I've burned can no longer satisfy this tragic attraction. I must strike once more tonight. These callous hands have tamed the forbidden flame. Awaiting culmination, I anticipate our final celebration. Introduce yourself gently to Jennifer. I've kept you both apart all this time. Ignited by your awkward presence, she begins to dance. Consternation is so elegant. You can see the fever in her eyes. The smell of burning blonde hair pervades my heart with lust. Thick black smoke fills the room as her skin darkens. Fire suits you well. Blazing kerosene has veiled the lovely expression on her face. Brûlée, elle s'éteint à petit feu. Seduced by Jennie's singed eyebrows, I lay down next to her heated corpse. Awaiting the same fate. As my blood starts to boil, I seek redemption. Please incinerate my sins. My flesh is slowly burning. I grin as my remains deteriorate. At last, I can savor the wrath of your flames. Witness my decline.
5. Bulletproof Scales
Bulletproof scales
Carry the burden, sedated by a clouded moment. As strength fades away, self-pity turns into nauseating grief. Desecrate my frail lungs and limbs. Anatomical balance tarnished. Affliction's kiss. Somatic functions inhibited. I stand tall to endure suffering then collapse in a heartbeat. Longing for bulletproof scales to shield myself from this round of Russian roulette. My aching throat weeps crimson tears. A faint whisper taunts my ears. Scars spread their roots within my arms. I stand tall to endure anguish knowing that my tombstone has not yet been carved. Longing for bulletproof scales to shield myself from the next round of Russian roulette. Empathy revives the enemy lying within. A weakness so graceful, it blooms. I loathe everyone's concern for my undying flaws. Remember a time when my anger was nothing but a blank page. Desperately needing to regain my thirst for optimism. Carry the burden, sedated by a clouded moment. As strength fades away, self-pity turns into nauseating grief. Hope is forsaken.
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