Psychic TV - A Hollow Cost_part 1 | Текст песни

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No fear, except thee fear of leaving. Death is like each
other. Life has only dreams to recommend it, and thee
security of being inside. To be part of a group, to be
INSIDE, is to enter thee body and partake of sex. We
therefore thrive on this violation. We attempt to recreate
thee excitement of a first moment's intensity by deceptive
means. Happiness can give you fear. Of course thee fear of it
ending. Thee only real fear is fear of ending, and thee only
joy is violation. Unhappiness gives insight cruelly,
happiness makes a death threat. As time passes thee addiction
dwindles. Always a jolt of steel. Always. Thee orchid, thee
metal. Muscles, no longer as loose as childhood, ache in
memorium, stiffening with age before beauty. Age before lust.
Age before love. Demand outstrips supply, we congeal, fixed
in parables and fantasies. Thee past controls through people.
Little girls become young ladies. Proper. They attract by
their lack of experience, unaware of thee spell, more
concerned with being inside than observation. They accept
thee host. They create a ghost that haunts forever. Thee
ache for reclamation. Perhaps, thee story goes, if you
recreate that first moment, passed; you can travel back in
time. Or by creating a stranger, replenish lust. This
violation then is a form of breaking thee rules: a necessary
act to exist. Conscious self- deception and threat of oneself
and one's security affirms existence, makes real. Sexuality,
getting inside, makes real, makes really real, and once
inside we can make anything happen. Eyes shut in a coffin, a
world of darkness, we travel that darkness to reconvene our
emotions and listening hard we see every detail of every
sexual act. Little girls masturbating about tomorrow. Little
boys masturbating.