Homúnculo Vol. 3

by Odradek

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released February 26, 2015

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Track Name: Don't Feed The Worms
From a portrait jumps the memory
that someday was real
And now it feels just so empty, dilacerated
So tiring is this war to recover missing taste
Those flasks hold only water

Hands clap just like steam hammers
and no one seems to notice
No one will rush down
and cry the stop between the fanfares

Only in pain the sick man can be
Seeking more sickness
An upcoming sociopath
Needy citizen
Diagnosing everyone
Doctor, will this pill cure this world
or just my vision?

Hands clap just like steam hammers
and no one seems to notice
No one will rush down
and cry the stop between the fanfares
Nature is just opposition
Conscience, meta perception

The corner of the bed
Expanding universe
Asks for more darkness as the pupil dilates
Cure is not so pure
It is constant prevention
Do never feed the worms
Don’t feed the worms

Beg for some weight
Fill bodies with soul
for the organic to cover the mold
Make the purpose be born from the spur
For the sepia be covered with color
Track Name: Ananias
Onan disciples contemplating their own curves
Petting own egos
Contemporary circus maximus

She did better than me I lost for the 2 seconds
Burning russian folklore
She did better than me

Você nunca falou essas coisas
Não há luzes, não há harmonias
Distorted senses
I accept the challenge
Little did I know
That satan flirts with shaved legs
High heels, painted nails and nasty offers

Você nunca falou essas coisas
Não há luzes, não há harmonias
Olhos vagos, não há coito hospitalar

The funk beat woke me up
between the pestilent children of life
Blood on my lungs
I lost pounds of lucidity
Where am I?
Doesn’t matter
Friend or foe I’m back
Track Name: Culto
Watch your words is his favorite joy
Thought chimeras he rebels against
Agrees that the conscience defines all I touch and suffer
Ideals of freedom keep everything in the same place

Hoje o culto é no espelho
Nenhum erro faz crescer os seus
Lapsos do céu

Eyedrops of effrontery he takes
Vision that cannot tolerate
Invisible hands that suspend the dogmas of the repulsion
What a charming shoe you wear i think this ground is dirty for you

Hoje o culto é no espelho
Nenhum erro faz crescer os seus
Lapsos do céu

Coerência silenciosa
Não sentiste a nova religião
Em cada gesto seu