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lirik lagu april 1830 - schweinetag everlasting

[sp~ce pig]
who are you, the shadow that has locked me here?
eyes so blue, reflecting sky that isn’t clear.

i’m perpetual machine that watches every corner gleam to see if something moves at all.
can’t discern the dreams from life. they’re set the same and nothing changes in all the horses i’ve recalled.

who are you? i thought that you would soon be here.
nothing moves. i can no longer track thе years.
who are you, and can’t we gеt this over with?
omni eyes stop staring and come out to fight.

here comes the man with eyes.
each time, i see him melt, and he’s closer to the ground.
this time, he quakes and falls. he falls.
there goes the man with eyes.

light shine ahead.
light glow in.
light go dead.
seemly real.
seemly not.
as above, so inside her.

screecht, like a pin as it falls to the floor, like an itch that the dirt scratches at violently.
falling up gravityless.
lack of wet. lack of air.
lack of whet. lack of air.

[the god of sp~ce]
now freeze, fearful freak. don’t try to run away. how do you move autonomously? ugly resemblance to my clay, i can perceive you. so don’t try to hide in the paintings or between the statues. i’d never deceive you. just tell me your secrets.

cooperate. just trust the lord of stardust. stay. stay. good. wait.

aw, now you’re stuck in a hole. really i lied. i deceived you. i just wanna get a look at your soul because i don’t recognize it. and i can’t get how you work. tell me now where you came from. overcomplicated tangle of wires. i think i need to look closer.

stop your shaking and your micturition.
i only care about your composition.

odd tiny boxes align inside, wriggle around, control and form a whole. they’re semi independent beings without a soul, only mechanical. eyes connect to machine wet, poor function and poor form, an inefficiently wasteful design craving excess. i know what you are. you are a mockery.

so i wanna make a swift decision:
you won’t make it through the exhibition,
so get ready for a demolition.

haphazard b~st~rd don’t sing. don’t try to hide your thoughts. i hear them burbling. you’ve come to k!ll me, i know. how cute, and how’d that go? how was the conquering? you’re what they want to be king. no king could be this low pathetic mockery. i see the jester and j~pe you are. the guillotine is waiting to release.

and no i wasn’t the source of your perdition.
but i want to tell you my position.
i don’t think you’re worthy of cognition,
so you’ll be subject to a repetition.
[sp~ce pig]
light shine in head.
lack of where. lack of when.
seemly real. seemly not.
scratches at violently.

[the god of sp~ce]
hold in your place, you nonstar, you defacement of all that i’ve made, oh of all that is holy. your eye and heart are impure. you don’t deserve to be made more, but your death would just be a waste. instead, i know how to use you.

p~wn divine, true purpose nears.
you are mine to shake her fears.
she will drown a thousand times.
put her down. impossible crimes
squeeze her heart and drain it dry.
pull apart her soul. she cries, “p~wn divine.”

- lirik lagu april 1830

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