Misanthropic Art - Red Threads Îf Hatred | Текст песни

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• Red Threads Îf Hatred

Heavy boots shoed by death
Lead away along the shore.
By the footprints washed away, leaving sorrow Behind.
Insolent mirrors of shallowing lakes
Are curtained like in a dead man’s house
By red cloths of skin.

Meat mash like a storm in the firmament
Stops up veins hanging idly.
By a loop of aorta, cutting the mind short
On its rise
A blood-stained blade hates the living,
Presses bliss out of its pores
By grease stains over the body.

Weep! Whine more noisily over the body!
Drive wheel spoke in your throat!
Choke! Swallow!... Your doted
Rot.

… and people, same people all round
were living bored in their daily routine,
as if nothing happened…