Born Under the Knife Live in Pain by The Axis Of Perdition Lyrics
"Daddy, help me
Daddy, where are you?"
Inconceivable claws wrenching at the gates of time
Torrential incandescence of the atomic wellspring
Churning in its infinity amongst mindless dancers
Lurching to the twitching cadence of discordant flutes
This is chaotic abhorrence, mercurially envisioned horror
The incoherent howling in the untamed void
Of a malformed child stretching its emaciated limbs
Amidst the unbearable pounding and the stench of vile smoke
...Skin-graft ugliness...
...Implacable gaze...
...Towering disdain...
...Insectile grimace...
...Talons stretched...
...Muscles taught...
...Burning scars...
...Waiting to be born...
Cruel, haggard eyes locked in incurable amusement
Contorted grin on the face of inhumanity
Stirring the convulsions of its puppets
Stapled down and force fed misanthropy
Cavorting primitive playthings
Bastardised on the ruins of a wasted heaven
Eagerly devouring our own minds
Mouth and eyes sewn up but still we shriek and stare
In the alleys that weave between (gulf-spanning) sky-thorns
Graffiti hung derelict towers (pinning down the earth)
Litter scuttles blindly away like fear-crazed insects
Crumbling city walls echo their terror (back at them)
In the filth stained underpass we wait
Dangling limply on chains, hung from another reality
Empty minds waiting to create pain
Waiting to be born
And dying you (?) (?)
Initiates to the belief that you are not immune to the earth
You know that you are not alone
You're own (?) (?) and (?)
Our whole world, everything we see as nice and normal, and sane, might be like a big leather bowl filled with air. Only in some places, the leather scuffed almost down to nothing, places where the barriers are thinner. Wouldn't it be a day if the rest of that leather between us and what's on the inside of that bowl just rubbed away?
Daddy, where are you?"
Inconceivable claws wrenching at the gates of time
Torrential incandescence of the atomic wellspring
Churning in its infinity amongst mindless dancers
Lurching to the twitching cadence of discordant flutes
This is chaotic abhorrence, mercurially envisioned horror
The incoherent howling in the untamed void
Of a malformed child stretching its emaciated limbs
Amidst the unbearable pounding and the stench of vile smoke
...Skin-graft ugliness...
...Implacable gaze...
...Towering disdain...
...Insectile grimace...
...Talons stretched...
...Muscles taught...
...Burning scars...
...Waiting to be born...
Cruel, haggard eyes locked in incurable amusement
Contorted grin on the face of inhumanity
Stirring the convulsions of its puppets
Stapled down and force fed misanthropy
Cavorting primitive playthings
Bastardised on the ruins of a wasted heaven
Eagerly devouring our own minds
Mouth and eyes sewn up but still we shriek and stare
In the alleys that weave between (gulf-spanning) sky-thorns
Graffiti hung derelict towers (pinning down the earth)
Litter scuttles blindly away like fear-crazed insects
Crumbling city walls echo their terror (back at them)
In the filth stained underpass we wait
Dangling limply on chains, hung from another reality
Empty minds waiting to create pain
Waiting to be born
And dying you (?) (?)
Initiates to the belief that you are not immune to the earth
You know that you are not alone
You're own (?) (?) and (?)
Our whole world, everything we see as nice and normal, and sane, might be like a big leather bowl filled with air. Only in some places, the leather scuffed almost down to nothing, places where the barriers are thinner. Wouldn't it be a day if the rest of that leather between us and what's on the inside of that bowl just rubbed away?