I on the Knife (Second Wound) Lyrics

Look, touch it with your finger
Square hole, hell
Feels good
Cut your palm, then slice it

Blood running down your arms
Running down your neck
Sit down, hurts
Take the knife, slice your thighs next

Blood pooling abyss
Rushing out like emptiness
Eviscerating passages
(There is no time)
In the fire of exigence
(There is no time)

Leap, you fall on the hole
You, trying to die
Leapt, searing pain before
Epistemic suicide

This wound is your life
Knowing, cutting, sever your head
Now you sit on the knife
Burning pleasure, unknowing death

Mocked by the abyss
Emptiness as terrorist
Eviscerating passages
(There is no time)
In the fire of exigence
(There is no time)

Leap, you fall on the hole
You, trying to die
Leapt, searing pain before
Epistemic suicide

This wound is your life
Knowing, cutting, sever your head
Now you sit on the knife
Burning pleasure, unknowing death

You were trying to die
To kill the pain before
You knew there was pain
Existence without being

Father as a knife
Mother as a tomb
You will always be
Wound of eternity

You were trying to die on the cross
To kill the pain before the pain got worse
Fear of sacrifice, the knowledge of pain
Fissured, known, the fist of truth will yawn
Orgy, cross, light, crepuscular loss