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PSYOPUS LYRICS
"Ideas of Reference" (2004)
1. Mork And Mindy (Daydream Lover)
2. The White Light
3. Death, I...
4. The Long Road To The 4th Dimension
5. Mannequin
6. Mirror Rim
7. Imogen's Puzzle
8. Anomoly
9. Bones To Dust
1. Mork And Mindy (Daydream Lover)
Our love is ordered by liars inside the obsessive backward canvas of my mind. Secretly, I'm suspicious of your distant selfless purring of affection. Smile at me beloved mistress of distorted TV screen. (I see how you look at me. You could never lie. Voices in my head.) My love is focused obsessive boundary-less Fantasy Partner I'm trailing behind you. Wanting to hear words. Closed lips speak. Speak to me! Following, creating the shapes with the shadows. Holding you from behind. Stalking you through your make-believe world. Daydream Lover, Princess of my life. Following your every move. Murder for the starts inside your eyes beloved bride. Daydream lover.
2. The White Light
I can see my face inside your eyes. Cold black, prying into my mind. They're holding my thoughts. Don't let me think wrongly. They'll know all my weaknesses. Now it's too late. I'm mentally broken. The torture begins as they lengthen my skin. Empty stomach pumped with fluid, eyeballs gouged with sharpened needles. Rubber blankets soaked in water covering my hollow soul; covering my soul. I am Pain. The white light is piercing through my brain. Crystals gleaming. Sterile metal: so cold on my skin. This cannot be happening. Am I dreaming? This cannot be real. Someone, please wake me up from this twisted nightmare. Wake me from this dream. Hallucination Mental War with the mind. Discombobulated visions and thoughts trapped inside the mind. I own the White Light.
3. Death, I...
Council black answers leading through suicide's curtain. Darkness, answer for this pain I feel. Slivers in my life appeal to this awakening Death, I am drowning in pain. Constrict the treading. Pull me underwater deeper until my back floats to the top circled with chalk, bloated, and drifting along into nothingness. I close my eyes to better listen. I think I hear you whisper, Slit wrists. To explain the deep worthlessness inside of my time spent here waiting. Bridge this pain to your shore across this vast sunless funeral ocean of nothing, drowning in its currents. Drown me in its currents. Murder Savior, murder you're my savior, Murder Savior. I into you confide intimate suicide; I've lost my mind behind this parasite. This life and I collide into thought genocide. Tighten the knot! Then kick me off the chair a dangled sightless stare. Hang here, I wait for fate to free me of despair. My council soon arrives, conquest by suicide, my will is high to die, these bounds untied. Blackness surrounding. Death, I am drowning!
4. The Long Road To The 4th Dimension
Trip colored liquid psychedelically enters blood stream. Fall in to black space of mind deep, vast, empty. Pupils dilate. Breathing begins the deepening of veins. The long road ahead seems like it never ends. Psycho semantic vision: a visualization. Change wavelength. Alter. Change wavelength. I'm falling and failing. Can't see the depth inside everywhere, nowhere. All at once but never right. Conscious thought black. My brain is burning I must find the light inside. Must believe in different methods. Alter conscious state. Must prepare for WAR. Asking myself why I have chose this path. Knowing the answer means no turning back. Let go of this world. Let go of this.
5. Mannequin
Beaten awake to murder again. Torturing the mannequin. Rape after rape victimized. Paralyzed echoes alone, nowhere, and helpless. You can't even kill yourself. Rape after rape inhuman. Mannequin hypnotized by your kicking and screaming. Dehumanized by torture time and again. Lost inside pain once thought as yourself. Searching for meaning in the wounds of degradation. Swallowed by this blinding humiliation. Becomes of hell binding asphyxiation. Starved for intimate beatings. Waiting in timeless delusion. Alone prey, I kneel to make myself real. My wishes are warped in contortion forced into a form of pure object left estranged, chained to a corner being beat in repetition. I speak of vomit breathing life onto this prison and if I could only think to save my self. Strained to the point of dissociation. Swallowed by this blinding humiliation. Becomes of hell binding predator and prey. Dyad Mannequin swallowed by this blinding of incessant torture.
6. Mirror Rim
Inside introspection, my skin is made of enemies. Staring, I despise the image in the mirror. I hate you. You hate me. I cut you. You cut me. You are my enemy. Enemy you are me. No more me. No more. No more me. Inches away from killing the man in the mirror. I cut him. My blood runs. Illusions of walking over this vendetta. No chance, the mirror always wins. Within introspection my skin is made of enemies. MIRRORRIM. Fake is face your. Mirror shattered this to lead knuckles these bloody and dripping exploration self. See just. Pathetic fucking so are you. Worthlessness am I. Self into journey my. Eyes my into look eyes my when. Liar fucking you eyes your close. Liar you eyes your close.
7. Imogen's Puzzle
8. Anomoly
Trauma takes me to another motion of rebirth. Left eye of Horus, discovering realization missing no resistance. Consciousness. New relations with fear. With fear. No lessons learned in a time when the failure of one is all. Danger incomplete the picture utilizing the breath. Utilize the breath. Keep breathing. Realization missing no resistance.
9. Bones To Dust
Coke binge. I lock myself inside this room. The very end was coming soon. My head was twisted. I was saying, Good-bye. I was snorting, snorting until I died. My lifestyle was darker than a permanent black marker. Another day passes. Another day is gone. Another sad misery was just dragged on. It was just a lung. It was just a vein. It was all of these drugs that I can�t maintain. I need yeaho. I hit rock bottom. Rock bottom bones to dust. I will kill you for your money to buy a bag of fuckin' coke. Snort it. What a fuckin' fiend? What a fuckin' fiend? I would kill you to get high. I need yeaho. I lock myself inside this room. The very end was coming soon. My head was twisted. I was saying, Good-bye. I was snorting, snorting until I died. My lifestyle was darker than a permanent black marker. All the pain and the mental anguish has me locked in my room snorting until I OD. (I can't take this shit. I can't take this shit anymore. Slit my wrist. I don't want to live.)
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