The Butterfly Effect

27. května 2007 v 22:14 |  Moonspell

Soulsick I am only real at places I can not be

My right hand rebels and chops off the left
(the) hairy ape walks into stage
he tries to stay erect

the one who never slept
in order to be perfected
the arrogance of their hands
the joy of the regret

soulsick- good at things I never did

soulsick but skindeep, tense, frantic but relieved
soulsick but skindeep, tense, frantic but believed

I am only real at places I can not be
Dead liquid vigilant
Implanted into my sleep

The one who never slept
The one who stays erect
The one who is perfect
The one I do reject


soulsick but skindeep, tense, frantic but relieved
soulsick but skindeep, tense, frantic but believed

soulsick- good at things I never did

I am only real at places I can not be

Soulsick but skindeep
I´m not real, just believed in

Soulsick but skindeep
Not real, just believe it




The butterfly fx When I move
You move with me
I feed off you
You feast on me

And what I see
You can not see
That when I move
You move with me

Where´s this small
dead hand that creeps me
I am biting it to its very bone
Collapsing with everything new on me
until it gets so very old

And what I see
You can not see
That when I move
You move with me

There is this third body
spinning fast
reducing me
into a relapse
with its criplled flaps
slow motion dims
sweetly parasited
by butterfly wings

And what I see
You can not see
That when I move
You move with me

All that is old is new again
(To be) each other spies
we´re condemned
Everything is everywhere
The butterfly effect

And what I see
You can not see
I will have to kill you
Before you kill me




Can't bee Can´t bee your lover
Can´t bee that loveless
Can´t bee that healing rope , or anything
Can´t bee without you, the one or the other
Can´t even bee what you are for me
Can´t even bee your final solution
I hope I was your final pollution

Can´t bee your motion
Can´t bee that frozen
Can´t be those limbs you miss, or everything
Can´t bee the apocalypse, one or the other
Can´t live your life for you and for me

Can´t even bee your final pollution
I wish I was the heartbeat of your destruction

Can´t bee like you
Can´t bee that hateful
Can´t bee that cross to bridge, or just that thing
Can´t bee the insect stroke, the distracted love
Don´t dare to bee what you are for me

Can´t even bee your absolution
I pace at the rhythm of your consumption



Lustmord Whatever haunts me from birth on
is leaking white blood again
it is sickening my heart
while I divide yours in two

Lustmord- (I will) never stop to hurt you
Lustmord- (I will) never stop to love you

I will never stop to hurt you
Now that I have you with me
So close together in one body


I feel so safe but what about you ?,

the soft, sweet wound of normalcy
is sweating white blood again
I am fingering every inch of it
grateful for who I am

you´re my interruption
my crossroad of just one way
my object without a function
but so mine anyway

unpredictable- when I kiss it burns
irresistible- as a crowd of only one
I am so addicted and you are so down
You are nailed forever to my sense of lust

Lustmord- (I will) never want to stop you
Lustmord- (I will) never try to stop you




Selfabuse On my knees now
I´ll inflict myself
some real love
On my knees now
I´ll choke myself
in troubled love
On my knees now
I´ll purge myself
of real love
On my knees now
I swear, I know nothing
of that troubled love

Have me, have me, have me, never waste (the good) in me.
Watch me, watch me,wach me, but never try to be me.

I am a man again
through self abuse
improving myself
Through self abuse

On my knees now
I`ll end myself
through real love
On my knees now
I´ll reveal myself
in troubled blood.

Waste me,waste me,waste me, never try to beat me.

I am a man again
through self abuse
improving myself
Through self abuse

I am seeing someone
Sneaking through
my troubled blood�
I am feeling someone
Starving for my troubled love�

Self abuse. Never try to compete with me.




I am eternal spectator The eternal stimulator
Of things that never come

I am the eternal spectator

The eternal ruminator
Of things better left alone

Watching over you
Sometimes inside of you

The eternal dictator
Of your perpetual distraction
The eternal collector
Of things that were never done
The eternal agitator
Of a war you never fought
The eternal demonstrator
Until you prove me wrong

Watching over you
Sometimes inside of you
Watching over you
Long-dead inside of you.




The solitary vice I will manipulate you
Until it becomes a vice
I will dispose of you
Until it becomes a vice
Let me exxagerate you
Distort you from inside out
love you by different rules
fuck you up to your soul
I will pretend I love you
To know what is like
Then come in my own mouth
To feel what is like
Let me desecrate you
Spit you when I´m down
Let me banalize you
Until you are adored

Open your heart
Half-devoured
All that I want
Is your strange kind of power
Open your heart
Half-devoured
All that I need
Is your strange kind of power

I will insist on you
Until you become the Truth
I will decay with you
Until you become the Ruin
Let me celebrate here
Now that nothing is left of you
Let me celebrate now
Here´s nothing left of you

Open your heart
Half-devoured
All that I want
Is your strange kind of power
Open your heart
Half-devoured
All that I need
Is your strange kind of power


I will dispose of you.I will manipulate you
I will discard of you but I will believe in you



Disappear here You can disappear- here
Without knowing it
You can disappear- here
Without believing it
Leave me alone. Take me with you.
Bring me apart. a part from you.

Inject your soul
With a miligram of false hope
Write your last loath song

Disappear here.



Adaptables To live is to collaborate
All the spineless people
won´t capitulate
Will walk again
Will evacuate
And stimulate

And they will wait for the Man
With that ridicolous fairy hand
To work on their lives
And to re-adjust their faith

All the spineless people
Will walk again
Will agitate
And ejaculate

A great act of Sex will be lived here
We will call it The Great and Only Shame
We will make love to ourselves
And tomorrow we will make the same

All the Insect actors
Want to participate
Will perform again
Will dissociate
And fabricate

And they will wait for the Director
With that apocalyptic Lizard Head
To review their births
And invert their pains

All the Insect actors
(really) want to participate
Will perform again
Will imitate
And simulate

An emergency will be staged6
We will call it The Great Accident
We will act as someone else
The very ones we learnt to hate

All of us the ultra-Human
Wish to associate
will hesitate
will adequate
and collaborate.

A great act of Free Will will be lived here
They already call it the Golden Age
We will adapt and celebrate
But we will perish just the same



Angelizer The lunar backbone stands straight and alert for a last time
The mammal feathers are revamped just for this last night
Mouthless children are breastfed with their own words
The essence of their souls escaping through their giant bones
you will be paralyzed
made to be believed
broken inside to survive
and to watch over me

archangel- of no use and no form
archangel- suffocating alone

multiple wounds reach the heat of an absolute zero
the eaten fluids, the flesh of the conventional hero
Heavenly levels on a full blast of pleasure but minimum pain
Injected wings rip backflesh and go inside again
Mouthless children suffocate
with their ancient words,
their mud-dimensional world
lactating from their shrinking bones

you will be paralyzed
the corrupted seed
broken inside to survive
I will laugh at all this

archangel- with no use and no form
archangel- suffocating with blood

the eternal spectator stares at this and improvises
his holy centralbone always on a rise, always on a rise

archangel- of no use and no form
archangel- suffocating with words




Tired Maybe I am the man with those mythic two heads
one facing down, the other facing back
but I don´t know who I am
and you still don´t know who I am

Maybe I am the man with the legendary four hands
To finger, to heal, crave and strangulate
but I don´t know who I am
and you still don´t know who I am

I am exhausted of returning to a place I´ve never been
I am exhausted of returning from a place I´ve never been

Maybe I the man of the universal two words
The lie and the lie, the scorn and the scorn
You want to know how I am
To forgive me for what I am

I am exhausted of returning to a place I´ve never been
I am exhausted of returning from a place I´ve never been

I forgot who I am but I am too tired to be it
I forgot who I am but I am too tired to live it




O Mal De Cristo No caso do mal de Cristo, o primeiro sintoma é a morte.
Calcula-se que cem milho~es de pessoas morreram do mal de Cristo.
"Eu sou o caminho". Os efeitos especiais evoluiram muito desde Jesus.
Ora Cristo diz que se algum filho da puta te tirar metade da roupa que lhe de^s a outra metade.
Muitos tolos infelizes foram esmagados por pilhas de Litas seminus em luta.
Os Implacáveis do Perda~o.
Na~o há dúvida alguma, irma~os e irma~s, amor é a resposta.
Enfiai a vossa língua pela sua garganta abaixo,
Provai o que ele esteve a comer e abençoai a sua digesta~o
Deslizai para os seus intestinos e ajudai-o a trabalhar a comida.
De^-lhe o seu amor e terá a sua auréola-extensa~o.
Olhos por toda a parte, no seu televisor, no quarto, no banho.
Milhares de irma~os metediços que te cheiram,ouvem, ve^em, dia e noite.
Milhares de irma~os metediços que te cheiram,ouvem, ve^em, dia e noite.
Milhares de irma~os metediços que te cheiram,ouvem, ve^em, dia e noite.
Milhares de irma~os metediços que te cheiram,ouvem, ve^em, dia e noite.
Milhares de irma~os metediços que te cheiram,ouvem, ve^em, dia e noite.
Milhares de irma~os metediços que te cheiram,ouvem, ve^em, dia e noite.
Milhares de irma~os metediços que te cheiram,ouvem, ve^em, dia e noite.
Milhares de irma~os metediços que te cheiram,ouvem, ve^em, dia e noite.
 

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