Lust Fantasy Constate Songtext
von Vengeur

"Wherever it is that you are,
Don′t tell me where you're going."

I do not comprehend disgrace
So do what you set out to do best
Do what they told you is correct
Despise me for fetishizing race
But keep in mind
That there′s no rest

In such distress
A burning glimpse
Spreads akin to a disease
Among impotent weaklings
With retinas scalded by blue dust

For the love of your dethroned, please
Absolve from judgement
And let us sink in lust...


There are arrangements of granite figures
With mutilated genitalia
Bleeding disproportionately
To their desolation

A caged animal longes, gazing
At simulacra of fulfillment
Not unlike the sweating population
With scratched prolapses gaping
Addicts spastically chasing
The chance of bittersweet release

What silly beasts, you say?
Alas, a shaking hand won't mention
Clandestine pursuits of contractions
Conducted in magmatic lairs
Four hundred fifty-one degrees
Can melt all dreams into despair
Man freely falling down
A lightless well so deep it overshadows hell

With each shrieking slap and insult
Only adding to the warmth
Where is no place for purpose
Can be no concept of reward


For the fools are put to sleep
Under a shroud that Nexus wove
Drunk enough from the frustration
That their lows degrade physique
Yet they won't care to dig below the surface
Larvae in a decomposing hole

Beware the frail phalanges
Amassed from tailenders
Proficient in technology
Yet so lacking in seduction

Sensual imprudence
Is installed by majority
Through boundless domination
And conscious substitution
Radiation of explicit superiority
Upheld by flocks of slaves at the arches
I know that I know nothing of salvation

I saw a perfect woman
In a pornographic film
She said to me, in secrecy
You′re nothing more than dirt under the heels

She walks on hundreds of love letters
At last, stop thinking that you′re special
You want attention - pay the price
The likes of you do not deserve her time
All feeble wimps and miserable beggars
As if she'd ever want to listen
To your excited squeals

Now that the worship is negated
Would you rather see her subjugated?
You think it is the passive observation
That wields the most insight

Narcotic agony fueled by
Refusals with their jaws clenched tight
A growing tumor with a saw-edged pulse
Desensitizing isolation
A single thought makes you convulse

There are coteries of troubled beings
Bearers of aberrant regalia
Breeding disproportionately
To their deviation

Generations voluntarily castrated
By periods of brief invincibility
A viper nest for self-penetrating stars
Full of youthful vigor

Perplexed wardens of absent agitation
Can′t tell a difference between
Flesh wounds and a vagina

The snakes that violate intestines
Fed by rancid tolerance and faith
Pollute the waning predatory glare
Leaving naive prey disturbed beyond repair

They only wear the veil of shame
If they are forced to pretend
In spite of this
Deep down, we know there is no end
Yet there's no truth to understand
There is no one to take the blame

Thick love juices now flood
Old candelabras of the church
No one to look up to anymore
And for protection one must pay with blood
Too little chance for resurrections

Besides, what is lust to love?
You know, I last longer than most guys
Don′t be afraid to take control
Just be sure to never look above
Never strive for the perfection

I'll find the rose in a living sea of flowers
Her thorns will scratch me to the bone

They are better off slitting their throats!
Put out the stares of irritated eyes
And it will serve them right

I will hold on
And they should only burn
Breeding disproportionately
In rivers of distortion