Pig
Anathomy of Melancholy
Stairs lead my way now as I died
Kissed by death in suicide
I had to kill all that was pure
For my sickness there was no cure
Bitten tongue speaks the devils true name
To liberate my soul from all the pain and shame

Release me of my bound
Negative findings burn my skin
Shadows kiss at dawn, and fallen angels grin


Razorblade visions multiply in my mind
I can feel them now as they crawl and twine
Leave my body to the unholy spirit
My shroud of shit is ready so I shall wear it

Dear sisters gether around, tell them to stop

I have to be painted
To show them Im tainted
I used to be meaningless
Now I am… reflectionless

Goddess of the damned takes off her dreary cloak
Her spit lies on my sexuality, as lightness allows me to walk
Darkness reaches to my eyes as the shadows do their talk
Ripped off hearts like a bouquet of dead flowers
I feel myself inside as i am passing through the hours
Moans of the damned sound but like celestial choirs

Was it only awakening
Or was it a ressurection?
Was it only awakening
Or was it a ressurection?
Nothing left but a reflection
I reject my body
I am…the rejection…

In a forest of delirious smiles
Animals laugh and true woman cries
They are nesting like maggots
In a long forgotten coffin
Who will dare to look inside
Breath held for years, because no one ever tried