The Art of Putrescence Lyrics

I have given up future and philosophy
Owning merely a cot on which to unlearn the sun and signs
Stretched out there, spin out the hours
Objects with suggest suicide

The nail whispers: stick me through your heart
The blade of the knife is infallible
The window opens on its own accord
Share the city's height with the poor

In the wink of an eye you will land
On the pavement with the meaninglessness of life in your grasp
And a rope coils around your neck

I've been waiting for you forever
Your terrors, your sorrows, your fears
The blasphemies with which you gratified the gods
An escape to your Despair
The Pleasantry, a dagger under a smile
The Gaiety which gives mortal blows
The Art of Putrescence
an Apprenticeship to abandon

We divagate in a salutary darkness
to lead to an act of annihilation
we long for a vogue of retreats
in an eternity without Faith