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My body constitutes my mother’s body Our flesh on a screen Decorated in the robes of a commercial mythology Our postures are a monument realized in marble I’m the object of interest and I can’t speak Cause my lips are sewn shut Reject the sensation There’s no longer a point in it Spread my legs wide Ash will seek ash My holy host to yours Stand between the sun and me All else is peripheral Upon my knees, your hands across my face I am where I need to bе In the air, an ambassador of hyperbole Somеhow bends us both into a functional display of love Now, now The idiots lay naked Embracing the commercial nude All too casual a gesture Time held stiff within each moment No matter which direction I walk I will hit ocean and find an end That’s my only contribution SongtexteTo surrender any implication that I have any understanding All too casual a gesture And the sun explodes anonymously And when it does, what would have changed? All too casual a gesture All too casually the whole world bends At a geometry of homage for you Make horses see scorpions Make horses see scorpions Tear all these walls down What am I now if not my failures? Press them onto wax They are yours now They are yours In an act of courtesy on your behalf You place a hand upon me You place your hand over my eyes And read the braille of my quivers And now you have rearranged me as you please In a bronze posture of confession And you’ve hung a bruise on the ray of sunshine That shakes us both awake in the morning How good it must feel to sit upon that throne As the rest of us dream of washing your flesh Somewhere, I know, you are carving my name into a stone A recording, a ticking time bomb As I try I will try I will try I will try to forget this I will try I am nothing if I am not on my knees I am nothing if I am not on my knees Aus Songtexte Mania