PRIMA FACIE
from SEX AND REPRESSION IN HIGHER SOCIETY (DIRECTOR'S CUT) by SAINT VENGEUR
lyrics
look at this world!
in perfect discord
wrong brings more wrong
but this is even uglier than that
excretion of the manure throne
sutures spurt
slap on the eyes
dark alley
so, is it part four
or are we hearing
the same story once again
you liked to watch ballet
in rapture of slit veins
once i beheld you without a dress
gazed deep into your heart
crimson essence matched with one
leaking streams of putrid tar
double blood has flown into
the city's granite highways
exposed wires beat with cursed life
bursting in excess
for nothing will suffice
dig black, lace gloves
satisfaction is now buried
somewhere in the lies
this machine does not need the direction
its engine works off burning affection
reaching wide
metro claws
a thousand trains
rail jaws
high speeds ripped signs off
so heads up, and don't get lost
utility poles
above entangled graveyards
crestfallen network never used
even in proximity
even in clear sky's half-pastel tint
we don't
doesn't it hurt to be mature and stale
face washed in sharpened grayscale
ephemeral prospects,
no sense of belonging
here even standing won't differ
from falling
lean on a fractured sink
and ask the blur in the mirror
silhouette in anxious temper
whether to shave or to slit
maybe you should slice it open
why don't you think about it more often
i fear i haven't decided yet
but, one day
the choice will have to be made
avant!
into the endless inferno
roads turned inside out
tires flat, thorax prolapse
i'll crash into vitrines
metropolis wasted
sequential collision
glass shards in vodka
my windshield’s now done with
lucid exposed pain of vision
live fast, dig low
you won’t regret
not your fault
no way to come back
to everflowing teary nocturne
blue droplets on thin glass
that tell of beauty lost in rain
songs of bright night
all sung in vain
there is no certainty in fantasy
that you'll become the one you want to be
oh, i’m so sure they will tear you apart
i only kill, don’t owe a thing to no one
laws of attraction say you have to be cold
don’t pull at my mask, the flesh will come off
compliant surge of innocuous pretend
brings happiness only on their end
now, what for
connection lost
walls close in
empty wound
twisting corridor
a burning gate of bloodshot eyes
dyes vision red
betrayed your dreams
future severed from an empty past
no suffering, no more tears
the city's spread its legs
lean over juliet
you won’t be holding me
separated we ache
united we fall
in perfect discord
wrong brings more wrong
but this is even uglier than that
excretion of the manure throne
sutures spurt
slap on the eyes
dark alley
so, is it part four
or are we hearing
the same story once again
you liked to watch ballet
in rapture of slit veins
once i beheld you without a dress
gazed deep into your heart
crimson essence matched with one
leaking streams of putrid tar
double blood has flown into
the city's granite highways
exposed wires beat with cursed life
bursting in excess
for nothing will suffice
dig black, lace gloves
satisfaction is now buried
somewhere in the lies
this machine does not need the direction
its engine works off burning affection
reaching wide
metro claws
a thousand trains
rail jaws
high speeds ripped signs off
so heads up, and don't get lost
utility poles
above entangled graveyards
crestfallen network never used
even in proximity
even in clear sky's half-pastel tint
we don't
doesn't it hurt to be mature and stale
face washed in sharpened grayscale
ephemeral prospects,
no sense of belonging
here even standing won't differ
from falling
lean on a fractured sink
and ask the blur in the mirror
silhouette in anxious temper
whether to shave or to slit
maybe you should slice it open
why don't you think about it more often
i fear i haven't decided yet
but, one day
the choice will have to be made
avant!
into the endless inferno
roads turned inside out
tires flat, thorax prolapse
i'll crash into vitrines
metropolis wasted
sequential collision
glass shards in vodka
my windshield’s now done with
lucid exposed pain of vision
live fast, dig low
you won’t regret
not your fault
no way to come back
to everflowing teary nocturne
blue droplets on thin glass
that tell of beauty lost in rain
songs of bright night
all sung in vain
there is no certainty in fantasy
that you'll become the one you want to be
oh, i’m so sure they will tear you apart
i only kill, don’t owe a thing to no one
laws of attraction say you have to be cold
don’t pull at my mask, the flesh will come off
compliant surge of innocuous pretend
brings happiness only on their end
now, what for
connection lost
walls close in
empty wound
twisting corridor
a burning gate of bloodshot eyes
dyes vision red
betrayed your dreams
future severed from an empty past
no suffering, no more tears
the city's spread its legs
lean over juliet
you won’t be holding me
separated we ache
united we fall
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from SEX AND REPRESSION IN HIGHER SOCIETY (DIRECTOR'S CUT),
released March 5, 2025
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