Cold, Cruel. Songtext
von Caged Bastard

Two dimensions bleed
Through the same
Invisible wound
One
Worships
The lie of purity
The other burns
With the hunger of those
Who crossed
The threshold
Between them
A watcher created
From absence
Nothing moves
Yet every illusion
Dissolves
Under the Black Light


The pulse
Becomes a ritual
Laughter
Rots into confession
The architecture
Of the self collapses
Under the weight
Of its own pretending
He observes the swarm
Imitating life
Celebrating their decay
As if it were destiny

Truth devours
The mask that named itself truth
Courtesy melts
Into desperate theatre
Dignity is traded
To the next false prophet
Still
He stands untouched
A shard of cold
Awareness
Reflecting nothing
But corruption in motion


The world rotates around
Its axis
Of counterfeit meaning
Endless
Repetition
Copies of failures
Repeating their genealogy
He tracks
The spiral
Finds
No origin
Only distance
Expanding
Until
Cruelty
Becomes
A form
Of reason

Silence widens
In the gap
Virtue evaporates
Like vapor
Fleeing the sun
Cold rises
Not from air
But from the thought
That still believes
In innocence

Pressure crushes
The scaffolding of meaning
Respect bows
And splits like wet wood
Values shatter
Under their own self-worship
Observation sharpens
He wounds the world
Simply by refusing to belong to it

Desire gnaws
At the borders of logic
Truth oxidizes
Carving rust into bone
Stillness becomes a blade
The observer
No longer merely watches
He measures
He weighs
He annihilates
Without speaking

Only breaths remain
The world reduced
To pulse and pressure
A disciplined collapse
He sees beauty
In dissolution
Not hope
Only the perfection
Of failures happening correctly
A tremor pulses beneath the void
The threshold where cruelty becomes clarity

Every virtue is camouflage
Every grin carries a lesion
He stands between both dimensions
Unmoved, uncorrupted
Cruelty becomes the only honest language

Not cruelty of flesh or mind
But the cold erasure of illusion
It does not strike
Nor seek to cause damage
It unmakes the self
That clings to comfort

He becomes the void that witnesses
Unbound by mercy or malice
Not violent
But the quiet annihilation of delusion

He sees what is hidden behind thought
And hears the echoes
Buried beneath silence
Time recoils around him
For he stands
Outside its pleading orbit

This cruelty has no hunger
No triumph
No blood
Only clarity so severe
That all pretense collapses

Time stretches
Until the sound leaks
Every second thickens
Every silence
Grinds deeper
The heart freezes
Into absolute observation

Cruelty doesn′t strike
It beholds
And by beholding
Strips every mask from existence
Air clots. Thought calcifies
Awareness grows fangs

Movement spasms back
Into the corpse of the world
The dance resumes
Modern, polished
Still the same choreography of decay

Progress gleams like chrome over rust
Rituals of renewal masking repetition
Voices chant
Of change
Yet every step
Retraces the forgotten wound

Illusion paints
Itself as evolution
But the core remains static
The architecture of desire reshapes
Not to grow
But to endure its own emptiness

The crowd exalts
The new veneer
Blind to the symmetry of collapse
Meaning drifts
Like ash over the surface
Weightless, ungrasped

He watches as motion returns
Without transformation
A convulsion mistaken for rebirth

This is not the violence of teeth and fist
But the cruelty of unveiling
To show the world that renewal
Was only repetition
Refined