Trauma & Scourge Songtext
von Leng Tch’e

Trauma
The razor spiral shreds the tainted flesh
Your body will be the church of my irreverence
Along the thorned road of vice
I harvest my delights
Marvel
Lose yourself
Pour until empty
Until you′re sick
And then you made it yours
World chosen with cold skill
Without a drop to spill
Feed my imagination until reality dies
Feed my gray matter with delusions to control
Sacrifice – the wolf in lamb's clothes
False idol falls between the old
Golden ox on the slab, sacred lament
Monuments without moment
Deceit is turning bold, it′s lies are growing old
Deceit is turning bold


Time to nail shut the books of old
Scourge
Dark blots expressing the urge
Scarring life just to feel it
Filtered beams polarized to expose
Magnified in a lethal dose
Repuslive, sickening detail
Strangely appeasing
You know it will not cease
Gutter emotions
Explicity uncut
Numbed to rot
Grinding away every rate
Broadening the spectrum of depravity
Bent to your lust
Taunting pose so insolent
Embracing my disgust
Masochist guilt 8-mm recollection
Morbid Trojan horse
Galloping over the senses
A metaphorical travesty 8-mm recollection
I cannot feel it move
Broadening my specrtum of inhumanity
For all that is sentient
Degradation deified
Benevolently blind
To the devolutionary oratory for all the waste of life for all the waste of time