Inner Warfare Songtext
von Vengeur

You know
A cracked lens
Betrays construction of every single face

Defective light
Shines truly bright
On superlative degeneration

What bears
Such prominent results
Excessive competence in craft
That lacks judicious prowess
Immersive dedication
Severe mental mutilation

Intrepid hunger for discovery
Spit out a strange discography

Malfunctioned brain
Won′t tell one how to act correct
How to detect
Internal aberration


Abrasive decoherence of psychotic laughter
Destroys ambition in eternal battles
Unfading stain
On shredded leather armor

I'd love to bleed out
Between some wretched olive trees
Where sand holds grass by the throat
On ruins dismantled by green mold

In ancient days
Where is no time
And little place
Abundance of unbridled space
The search for meanings is your only goal

To burn down ships on sunlit waters
Drown animals in crude oil
And pillage temples
Of those who dared to deny
That their only god is love

Empathic lies needn′t apply
For I know and lay down well
The features of inverted schemes
That show what is really true


Who wouldn't want to gaze into
A fever dream
Of me stabbing other men

I can't deceive myself

Whether I′d want to be spoon-fed
Clenching disabled in a yellow bed
Bedpan′s caress being the only kiss I get

A drooling hunchback
That crawls between their slender legs
Groveling lump lapping it up
Exacted condolence
Ablated in disgust

Some foul freak
Secretly jerking off
Behind the mother's watchful eye

I pull it out
And watch her bleed
A window to the other side
A busy street, where no word
Could be assumed as not being mine

Open the door, let me conclude
A modern work of fourteen songs
Presenting in a tortuous form
Contorted aspects of entangled herd

I am hostile, am I not?
Spewing out mouthfuls of rot
And showering in raining piss
Smearing religion in manure
On those who simply live in peace
Yet I have said before, I can′t deny
That pain bears the pristine allure

Like those who toy with suicide
I'd love to hear their mothers cry
Take part in funerals that never end
There is no pretext except a young man′s death
For copulating with his friends

But you must understand
That I'm in trouble
For I can′t tell
If I am spilling blood or sperm
At least

My face has caught a winter breeze
Which means
A lost dog's body on a porch
Is coming to a freeze on christmas morning
Excited children going shopping
Will have to push it from the stairs

In absence of a providential plan
What's gone can never be undone
There′s metal horses gnawing at my stomach
Pool of my time that has leaked out

Summer
Summer two
Another one
Three summer
I have never seen the sun
Winter black
Leaking white
What point is there
In being right?

On a warm spring afternoon
I tore my young love′s hymen
It was the day our mothers died

You know...

It's difficult to convey
For I see nothing but clusters of pulsating vessels
That run atop the cancerous, boiling guts of this vile world
And the day I′ll cut myself up
A sea of acrid rot will fill the nostrils,
Ears, and gaping mouth
Of every suckling endlessly fortunate
To be brought into the single life of mindless pleasure
So that they comprehend my tainted insight
Which slowly devours one until the last heartbeat -
The fatal permanence of fall down the endless pit of hope,
Malignant light that dies in its own castrated womb
And it will never make the least, smallest bit of sense!