Gorgon Madonna Songtext
von Yugen Blakrok

I′ve been staring at these pages, mind-state purple
Mercury's in retrograde, circles in a circle, what′s the purpose?
Slanging these rhymes like a merchant
Handwritten in cursive
Lately I've been staring at these pages, mind-state purple
Mercury's in retrograde, circles in a circle, what′s the purpose?


360... spiral the neck like a vulture goddess
Milky Way patterns in the energies I harness
In my mindset, I′m high as the sky gets, multiple sunsets
Capturing thoughts with a butterfly net
True reality runs deeper than the concept
To the spectrum of your consciousness,
Your pigment's only context
This race can only be won if the psyche is steady
Even Frankenstein began
As a dream in the mind of Mary Shelley
So throw caution to the wind, focusing the mental element
Make walls crumble down like dilapidated settlements
Although threatened with hell, I′ll blast for the self, first
Splatter the optics and damage the nerves
Thirst for blood over everything, swing sabers like Annakin
Ambidextrous androgen, I'm both the empress and the King
Walk unseen in these verbal coliseums
Kevin Bacon with quicksilver in his skeleton
Matutinal and Vespertine, testosterone and estrogen
I′m all things encoding, while subliminally messaging
At times,
It seems that I'm chained to all the trouble that I struggle with
My shadows huddle in the mist
Cause the blueprint of life has hidden meanings
And deep within them
Applied contradictions – angels interbreed with demons
And misery loves company, it overwhelms and feeds me
Fills me as I embrace the dark and light completely
Guided by the ring of the seven sisters when the pitch darkens
Artemis gravitates my aim to where the fixed mark is
Hit the target, commander of the dart board
When wounded, I′m the essence of our Lilith in her darkest form
Day and night worshipper, stubborn as a mule
Built my temple from her dreams and posted sentries at the vestibule
Our army of degenerate practitioners
Will street-sweep petition-free but walls will carry signatures
Melancholic insignia
My dog's name is Cerberus, past, present and future stay similar
Observing distant memories, fading over ages
Seen the pain of remembrance leave the structure ever-changing
So I shape-shift and inspire the nihilists
Decipher mind-script, hypotheses tested on self – mad scientist
Spit fire and water, I'm lion and hydra
Aloof in the distance like the constellation of Lyra
A mystery of time, laid an egg and hatched a man
A light-god with a staff of thunderbolts in his hand
Illuminated the vision beyond peripheral
I′m black Gorgon Medusa feeding off the visceral
A throwback, in the age of clones and phone taps
Metallic drones and all that,
Command an army of skeleton bone stacks
Measure motion sub-atomically
My thought-forms like crystallized snow, colour of ebony
Shimmering

Staring at these pages, mind-state purple
Mercury′s in retrograde, circles in a circle, what's the purpose?
Slanging these rhymes like a merchant
Handwritten in cursive
Lately I′ve been staring at these pages, mind-state purple
Mercury's in retrograde, circles in a circle, what′s the purpose?