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This maddening world
I like to curse this god damn world, a systematic chaos.
A land of danger, flooding emotion, debauchery.
I really feel a deficiency of phrases for an immaculate description, god help me.
Bloody violence, severely bruised body dipping in red, dancing skeletons,
Impotent warriors pricking each other with sharp knives, erupting volcanoes
Hysterious guitarists playing mechanic melodies in a ruthless style.
I love all these scenes, all these foundamental excitement, dillussional and fantastic,
I wonder how those japaneses commit to themselves those unbearable self-cutting-stomach ritual
That’s awesome and persimmistically true
Oh god what a deafening world!
What a human showbiz! A deceiving circuit! A haunting slaughter house! A flesh mincer!
The lust of body is rendered in a most fabulous way, agitating tons of rumours.
The women in distress and loafing desires, quite happy with their status quo, I am enamoured with this attractiveness, though sometimes it sucks a little.
How much do I want them to be more exaggerated, more psychopathetic addiction
Girls are claiming to be innocent, their naivety is the testimony of their adherence of belief.
Lingerie, strappy shoes, pantyhose, lipstick, what’s the use for? It’s such a mess.
Emancipated and unshackled from evil obsession, that may be wonderful even realistic.
Your adrenaline level is the origin of your sin you can never shed off.
I am earnest and honest,
I may be a little narcissistic to neglect universal truth, but all in all I am not vicious
To dig up the root of all evils
To purge my swinging soul
To save my shrouded innocence
To kill the ghost in my crazy brain
To pierce my heart with sanctified gleam
To send my prayers to each trouble mind
To churn up the confusing mind to make a fuss
To beat myself to taste a concrete ache
To enjoy myself in a wanton stylish euphoria
To reward myself with a lusting peageant and every delicious delicacy
To change myself into a sex bomb and spoil my body in a utmost rude manner
To drink alcohole in a most stark and sicking fashion
To behave like a undeveloped animal without even a bit of conscience. |
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