Antonin Artaud - текст песни
Antonin Artaud
The young man held a gun to the head of God Stick this holy cow Put the audience in action Let the slaughtered take a bow
The old man's words, white hot knives Slicing through warm butter The butter is the heart The rancid pealing soul
Scratch pictures on asylum walls Broken nails and matchsticks Hypodermic hypodermic hypodermic RED FIX
On mans poison another mans meat One mans agony another mans treat Artaud living with his neck placed Firmly in the noose Eyes black with pain Limbs in cramps, contorted The theatre and its double The void and the aborted
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