Soundtracks for the Blind
Album - 22 ottobre 1996 - Debaser id 52364

I SEE THEM ALL LINED UP, LIKE NAKED CHILDREN AT THE WALL. THEIR SKIN IS HANGING OFF IN SHEETS. EACH FACE IS PAINTED LIKE A WHORE. THEIR BLOOD IS SHINING IN THE SUN. THEIR WOUNDS ARE POWDERED WITH WHITE SALT. THEIR LIPS ARE SHAPING SILENT WORDS: I SEE MY NAME AS IT SPILLS OUT. I SEE THEM WALKING ON THEIR KNEES, LED IN A CHAIN BY LAUGHING GIRLS. I SEE THEM SUCKING ON THE DIRT, AS IF INHALING THE WHOLE WORLD. AND ONE BY ONE THEIR THROATS ARE CUT, AND EACH ONE SINGS HIS CHOKING SONG. AND EACH ONE SINGS HIS LULLABY, AND EACH ONE FALLS AND THEN HE'S GONE. AND I FEEL GOOD. YEAH, I FEEL FINE. AND I FEEL GOOD: I'VE BEEN WAITING FAR TOO LONG... I SEE THEIR BODIES IN THE PYRE, LEAKING BLACK SMOKE INTO THE FLAMES. AND ALL THE PEOPLE STAND AROUND, SHAPING LIPS INTO MY NAME. AND SOON THE SUN BEGINS TO SINK, BEHIND A WALL OF DIRTY AIR. I SEE THEIR BONES THERE IN THE PILE, AND TASTE THE SMELL OF BURNING HAIR. AND ALL THE CHILDREN HOWL FOR MILK. THE RAIN SPITS DOWN A MILLION KNIVES. I SEE YOU RUNNING THROUGH THE FIELD. I SEE YOU RUNNING FOR YOUR USELESS LIFE. I FEEL YOU CHOKING ON YOUR TONGUE, I FEEL YOUR BREATH ATTACK YOUR CHEST. THE DOGS ARE RIPPING AT YOUR FEET. I SEE YOU BLEEDING OUT YOUR HAPPINESS. AND I FEEL GOOD, YEAH I FEEL FINE. AND I FEEL GOOD: I FINALLY GOT BACK WHAT WAS ALWAYS, RIGHTFULLY, MINE.

SOMEWHERE, THROUGH THE FROZEN FIELDS, SOMEWHERE, BENEATH YOUR PALE AND TENDER SKIN, LIES A HOUSE, ABSORBING FEAR AND PAIN - SOLAR, RED, CONTAINED - FEEDING ON MY DREAMS. SOMEWHERE COLD, INSIDE THE OPTIC WIRE, DOWN WHERE FINGERS AND SEMEN CRACK AND BLEED - THERE I WILL BE, WITH MY ARMS SPREAD OUT AND BROKEN, WAITING FOR YOUR BREATH, TO ANIMATE MY VEINS. WE'RE NOT ALONE: ALL OUR THOUGHTS ARE NUMBERED - MALIGNANT AND COLD, ANIMAL AND HUNGRY. BUT I WILL CONTAIN ALL, THAT EVER WAS OR WILL BE, THEN I'LL WATCH MY SKIN ERUPT, IN A SYMPHONY OF FLAMES - SCREAMING OUT YOUR NAME, SCREAMING OUT YOUR NAME... WHY CAN'T I HIDE INSIDE YOUR MALLEABLE, ELECTRIC FACE? YOU'D SUCK AWAY THE PAIN, AND SWALLOW DOWN MY SICKEST DREAMS. NOW MY BODY FEELS LIKE SNOW, SPILLING OUT THE SHATTERED SCREEN - WHERE WILL WE BE THEN, WHEN ALL THE FEAR AND BLOOD ARE GONE, DRAINED INTO ONE HUNDRED MILLION OPEN CHILDREN'S MOUTHS - SCREAMING OUT YOUR NAME, SCREAMING OUT YOUR NAME.