Orgone - 03. Mourn (2014) | Текст песни

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• 03. Mourn (2014)

It is all one sustained, resonant scream masked in gestures of condemning kindness.
The seeds he has nurtured are boastful adulterers, waterless gullies which cackle during night's inhalation
The centered brahman with a heart of madness, his ecstasy earned, but undelivered,
lingering in the heavy, hypnotic moonlight, a bewildered fragment of substance,
a frail, diseased swan deprived of grace, who saunters through traumatized flowers,
whose pedals endure the drizzling of napalm and the smoke which billows from the furnace of futility.

A cloth clutched across his face, repulsed by obscene horrors dressed in blandness and neutrality,

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