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letra de cicadidae - hexa

[intro]
gods unfortunate creatures
those who cried themselves to sleep
stirred to cry again

[verse]
i’m a man trapped in a battle with death
for every sec i get he has eternity to spend
sacrificing like a black satanic chapel in mass
i k!ll goats behind ornate stained glass
yeah… not impressed
i can’t hit the barbwire if i don’t straddle this fence
i have a cackling laugh like there’s maddening gas
trapped in the air and i’m barely sensing its there
i’m reckoning sent, a servant to gods i don’t understand
put the holy water on my skin, that sh-t fizzles a little
as if reactions within it stirred up a drizzle
my skin blisters, sticks to itself ripping cysts in tissue
holy water spilled melts my skin akin to acid residual
i decided i was my own god, then became an atheist
and i f-cking hate myself, thus i’m halfway satanist
i’m my own devil too, as in an adversary opposite
now i’m no longer hid, inside alone i’ve reanimated
reincarnation, re-iteration, realization, idealization
karmic devolution of a creative soul to a cicada
tainted by either shame or lack of motivation
they didn’t create anything in their days awake
ungrateful for life, they now inhabit an expiring shape
once human, now in fragile body rotting away
yet despite their pain they sing every night and day
before they hibernate once more, d-mned to be born again

i’ve been hibernating half alive
quite asleep for all this time but i awaken
high and baked, in a heightened state of creation
f-ck, just let me live or die painless
i revel in pain as my depression changed shape
i’m an inverted saint trapped in a changing maze
can’t prevent my mind to betray itself and decay
my festering brain reverted back to insane
my neurons are neutron stars chained
a nuclear fusion thats hard to restrain, contain and maintain
my nucleus contains pure, undiluted rage
my stigmata wounds sp-wn swarms of plagues
we’re d-mned to this place
want an answer to prayers
look out at a world infected with aids
enough to cause god himself to question his faith
nothing is an intangible concept
can’t picture an image that is accurate
nothing isnt death as that implies the existence of life
nothing isnt black as that implies the existence of light
nothing is nothing, and yet immortal through time
can’t be defined yet it will never die
so when planets fry and stars don’t shine
as heat death slowly k!lls galactic skies
from that point onward always darkness will define
and there will be no ressurections

like the cicada i’m aware of eminent death
cry for a mate before the end
of my short life, mentally hogtied with time’s thin thread
know it’s better to fly and sing while i still can
try to make peace with whatever is left
so the cycle can begin anew again
bring that back, begin a new again
as in a new meaning to the word again
change the cycles we’re lost with then
break the cycles of shackles we’re locked in and
take and recycle the remnants before the coffin slams
death is just hibernation before reincarnation commence
before i leave my stiffened sh-ll abandoned for dead
i’m silenced like a lamb in a slaughtering den
and finally die and dont awaken again

- hexa

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