Lovac - Filth of a Paradise | Текст песни

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• Filth of a Paradise

in the filth
of a paradise
whose first dupe on earth
was not father nor mother
who diddled you in this den
but
I
screwed into my madness.

And what seized hold of me
that I too rolled my life there?
ME,
NOTHING, nothing.
Because I,
I am there,
I'm there
and it is life
that rolls its obscene palm there.

Ok.
And afterward?

Afterward? Afterward?
The old Artaud
is buried

in the chimney hole
he owes to his cold gum
to the day when he was killed!

And afterward?
Afterward?
Afterward!
He is this unframed hole
that life wanted to frame