Little Child, Little Saint…
Content without Consent
What will you do / what will I see
When the sunlight repels / the moonlight, its breastfeed
What did we do / why do we deserve
To be tossed in the trash / by our fervent mother
Am I to cry / strive, or survive
To snatch hold the reigns / of false suicide
Should I stand / to never turn back
I found inspiration / in masturbation
Walking in the sand / under the blazing hand
Clay is my food / content without consent
The rings of rebellion / and mental retardation
Flashing in my mind / are the orphan infants
Standing on bones / of the former sacred
Coughing the air / of the Sumerian nation
Seeing the flowers / and its symbols
Revives the moment / of sterilization
Chorus
Where should I begin?
On and on again
Shrugging your shoulders
Imitation ignorance
What will you do, sir
When I say goodbye
Close my eyes to drift
To that state of mind
In this tone I laugh
And think of the past
In ways more than one
It comes to me again
Memories…
The mute lamb cries / for hope in the children
Unsought revenge / in the gardens of Eden
The pillars collapse over / the weak taste of honey
And suspense builds up / in the climax, the ending
The water refills / in the ocean of tears
As the piercing sounds / roar from the heavens
A black fire rages / I was the cause of it
With the help of one / maybe two billion
Chorus
© Cybourgeoisie, 2005
