Paarse Avond - Stellar Grime | Текст песни

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• Paarse Avond
• Stellar Grime

Digging in a dump of flowers
Shall you see the sky of dung?
Bowler heads with teasing scowls
Jeering at your being young?

Shan't you turn into the yeast
Which makes northern lights well-brewed,
When your mind is just worms' food
At their dull secluded feast?

Thistles have already told you, dear,
Not to ask why you are here.
Come along their souls' green rime
And you'll see the stellar grime.

Praise it and conceive its power!
Enter its black shrine!
It'll be your eternal bower
Sunk in iodine wine.

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Your earth life is filled
With toxic light of buried matches,
Drowning ground and rotten parsley
Growing on your scratches.
Scallops float in chloric clouds
Blown out from your friends' lungs
Needles have declared their own kingdom
On your lax tongue.
Crannied frying-pans tell tales
About your white matter
While torn calculators
Watch them wallowing in batter.
Nothing's said and nothing's done
To save you from salvation.
You can only feel the waves
Of liquid time's vibration.

Scavenging for life
In chromic seas spattered with swellings,
Scabby swords, anfractuous knives
And hovering rusty bearings,
Will you hear the weeps of bleeding lime
Eager to behold the stellar grime?

Mummies of your dreams are lurking
In upturned dim trash bins,
You will never wean yourself from
Chasing to the death sins.
Crickets in your head
Are gulping down your constellation,
Coffins of blue lead
Encroach on your determination.
Giggling spears are peeping
At you when you try to follow
That condemned befouled light
Of vile hopes for tomorrow.
Noses of dead clowns surround you -
You have no way out,
Shall you follow the advice
Of loud stinking mould?

Scavenging for life
In chromic seas spattered with swellings,
Scabby swords, anfractuous knives
And hovering rusty bearings,
Will you hear the weeps of bleeding lime
Eager to behold the stellar grime?
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Lie down and stay sneering
At the black night's leering.
Get rid of your fear,
For the end is near.

Stellar grime'll devour
All those fouled flowers,
All those teasing scowls.
It will make you free!