Tethering the Transient Songtext
von Decline of the I

The savor of the day is insipid
I long for particles of pleasure
I just need one more fix
All is grey, all is bitter

The intoxicating beauty gives way to a ponderous hangover
Anxiety dries up all the oceans of possibilities
Only despair can be inducted as my new guide
The definitive compass towards the blaze of summits

How I despise my kind
How I despise myself

Alone
Trapped in my own abyss, I choke
Alone
Scared by my own void, I drown

Panic embraces, appetite decreases
This gargantuan food makes me sick
All spark of beauty is gone
And I don′t know how to blow on the embers


I can't touch anything, I feel nothing
Is there a way to escape out of this cage?
I just wait for the deconstruction
Of my shameful being

How I despise my kind
How I despise myself

I face a wall against which beauty crashes
Chained in the vault of my longings

Reality is obnoxious
Boredom its only horizon
I edified brothels to cover it
Eros is not enough
We′ll live worried until the end
Despair is the only beyond

We aimed for the stars
But we reached the end of light

Our ancestral assemblages are torn apart
Fragile singularities that slowly scatter
Only a relentless absence remains
Like a mirror of my own self-deception

How I despise my kind
How I despise myself