Degenerate Lyrics

“Oh blind world full of temptations
A deadly poison in each of thy pleasures!
Deceit, Delusion, Suspicion
Tell all who are never concerned
about this - but who would like to taste the fruits of sweet fowers?
Crazed is he who turns to Thee
if he, for less than nought, loses that possession
which seems to be above all other love and always will be
Therefore …”

Pain, penitence, torment us
Toward this dead congregation
We breathe in the ghastly fumes of their pyres
We breathe out such burning letters;
Laments of crackling fames
Caressing the wound

The sequence of death:
Symmetries squaring the circle
As axioms of being, as refections of “Self”
As fragments of light through shallow water
An ensemble of shadows twitching
And we exhale - we, thus manifest
We - Aether of existence, posthumous exhilarance

“Crazed is he who turns to Thee
if he, for less than nought, loses that possession
which seems to be above all other love and always will be
Therefore… Tell all who are never concerned
about this - but who would like to taste the fruits of sweet fowers?”