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ARCHON LYRICS
"Birthmachine" (2005)
1. I smoulder inside
2. Complaisant
3. Semper Eadem
4. Red faced and screaming
5. Utopia
6. Birthmachine
7. Effleurage
8. Star-crossed
1. I smoulder inside
I Smoulder Inside
“like a contemporary Shiva”
This black negativity rides
it's blasting thru white
as I smoulder inside
in a world of shite...
I hear pre-bursts of New Year
as I slide thru the gutter
of explosive odours
and monochrome stutter...
Addiction/ confusion
substance/ illusions...
I smoulder inside
in a world of shite...
Demi-rep even in sleep
the worthwhile delirium creeps
thru the hideaway for obscenities
inside the shelter for the in-betweens
Addiction/ confusion
substance/ illusions...
2. Complaisant
Complaisant
”painkiller # 1…”
Interweaved in sweet seething bonds
when all that glitters consumes
the climax breaks in a unique muse
of colours and perfume
Interweaved in a sparkling frenzy
on the verge of a paroxysm
the wild excitement of this relation
turning gloom into a blooming prison
A decadent smile and a well favoured figure
I see stars when I slip into your mouth
with starving lips and burning eyes
you make me come and then you spit it out
I see stars when I slip into your mouth
you make me come and then you spit it out
We indulge in the Hungry Hefners
A TV Dinner on my pumping chest
Sit’n’ Slide thru magical starscapes
Close the journey with the Travellers Rest
3. Semper Eadem
Semper Eadem
“obedient to the bpm”
I hunt bliss in the serene asylum of corporeal cold
I utilize and receive as liberty unfolds
Your sweet kiss braids thru the heart
the site turns ardent and commenced
obedient to the ecstatic bpm
haphazard tantalizes the countenance
Nothing moves, velocity boosts thru monotone speech
our lust soars bound in the orbit of radical u-turns
I sought and found a pleasant refuge in your breach
and sweetheart: I say these fires still burn…
Your sweet kiss braids thru the heart
the site turns ardent and commenced
obedient to the ecstatic bpm
haphazard tantalizes the countenance
I keep pointing my finger at the paradox
Stark blind to the intelligible guidance
loading intemperance to the mind
abound in bukkake assaults
I press play and hope to rewind…
4. Red faced and screaming
Red Faced and Screaming
“like Castor and Pollux in a porn-play…”
I command the iconoclasm and I collapse
paranoia concurs in such different shapes
singing hearts yearning for vampire charms
wishing to lay nestled in each others arms
Deliberation - streaming thru Christmas dementia
the icy roads that makes me struggle to my feet
inebriety beckons and the sweetmeat calls
as the structure of immediate temptation tolls
Demi-rep even in sleep
the worthwhile delirium creeps
thru the hideaway for obscenities
inside the shelter for the in-betweens
The snow coils the cum-shot cage
as confetti covers the stage
I behold the star faced dismay
like Castor and Pollux in a porn-play
5. Utopia
Utopia
“Concubine…”
I wonder if she rambles thru fertile playgrounds
when she concur to my swooning fecundity
swollen in the radiance of her lithesome flesh
I cut and run from the bells of posterity…
Utopia comes to mind with such genuine efficacy
mocking the languorous image of your lives
I touched her breast with musing concupiscence
and slumbered languidly with the mirror-soul
I would rise to face the liabilities
if ambrosia was bestowed her bowl…
…its energy keeps pushing me
onto compulsory thrusting knives
its energy keeps pushing me…
Nothing moves, velocity boosts thru monotone speech
our lust soars bound in the orbit of radical u-turns
I sought and found a pleasant refuge in your breach
and sweetheart: I say these fires still burn…
6. Birthmachine
Birthmachine
“I was forgiven it seems”
Like a kiss that stings
like the golden trial of a gun
with valentines from a dead star
and vague prospects of a dying sun
I was forced from grace
the downfall seems undone
I cut deep to leave a bitter trace
and keep searching for a better sun
I was forgiven it seems, there are no flames here
hence I cling to the birthmachine
I drift in timeless space
hence I cling to the birthmachine
The kiss still stings
the fulfilling remains undone
I keep drifting like a dead star
and I see prospects of a dying sun
‘Twas truth I sought, and lies I was brought
no God was found, I was hell-bound
the tears I’ve tasted, the years I’ve wasted
all in vain, I’m dead again…
7. Effleurage
Effleurage
”Shivers baby, shivers,
we’re gonna set the world on fire…”
Return to the paramount vacuum
reunite with the capitol scar
we are together, dreaming
dancing thru a metropolis of stars
With affirmatives as the guide
and your flesh as the goal
I will enter your sanctum
with body and soul
The white light shines bright, it’s shite - it’s shite!!
and the low-down bring the treasures of Libra
it’ll keep 'em lubricious and tight
‘til the devil rewrites the kamasutra
I perpetrate and drift away
while you watch me ejaculate
mending the errors with a touch
exhausted and truly innovated…
8. Star-crossed
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