Fires of Taiga - Narcissistic Way Therapy | Текст песни

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NARCISSISTIC WAY THERAPY

Infuriated, blinded Buddha
I stuff my mouth

Handfuls of soil
Heinous turmoil

Of bones 'n' sharded coffins
I dig until my
Hands get sore
Rest a while
Watch my nails bleed
Than I dig some more

Eons to decide
What should I become
Whether clay or rock or ashes
Crashed in
Nietzsche
Weeping
Vipers swarm in his bowels

"I did all my best
Trying to grow back
My skin my blood my tissues
Can I
Have yours?"
He asked
I ripped his eyes out

They fit

My sockets
Pretty well
Blind no more
I feel
Blessed in
Every cell
So filthy pure
I left
The godkiller
To gaze
With open sores

They fit
My sockets
Pretty well
Blind no more
Before me
I can see
A maze
I'm almost cured

In narcissistic way
I buried my prey
In rotten leaves
In narcissistic way
I laughed and prayed
Naked and disfigured

I hold my savior
With rotten fingers
Inhuman behavior
That twists and lingers

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