Текст песни: Non Objective Portrait of Karma + перевод

Ignorance is bliss no wise woman’s failed to mention

And surely some koan suggests 'neglect leads to perfection'

But the more I turn my face from the crowd

The more I feel my backs' increasingly compelled

For the sake of escape, to turn a knife on itself

A knife of relief, from all the petty insight

And finally I’ll sleep, I’ll sleep through the night

Bored as fuck with this street corner-cover

Study of a face in a figure. surveying this language as a game

Surveillance of this language as the plague

The dimension of persistence condemns

This portrait of karma, crafted in accident

Text book seduction, minus the text in the language of ghosts

And so we ran, like the wolves were biting

The inhibitions of their prey kept them from screaming

Scratch my back and I will stab you in yours

So I chose to live this life alone, without the teeth marks

But I predict, I’ll have to sink my fangs in someone else’s heart to heal my own

Just a victim’s split, one part for the wolves, one part for you

But I’ll grow weary soon, weary of this fractal code

Weary of this hallway lined with ghosts

Just a scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to let them in

Their words will cause the sweetest fracture from a stone’s throw

Just a scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to welcome them

Parasitic, viral critics, or lovers, like spirits mingling in the mist

That we crafted, a starving jury, let them eat shit from our trembling hands

The heat for heat’s sake, on this Barnard block of Congress

Deductively speaking, the polar of progress

Well maybe I put too much faith in the accident

Entranced, we danced toward the ripest display of escape

Let the starving ghosts feats, from this flesh, from these bones

Let them all feast. In this chess game of language

Forced to sit so I play all alone

Watch the bathos drift forth like the petals from a wild crafted rose

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