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This is from the same batch as "retaliation", soundwise and otherwise. The lyrics come almost verbatim from President Schreber's book "Memoirs of My nervous Illness". The man has experimented everything this song is about. Creepy.
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Lyrics
When I was down in Hell’s kitchen
I was with fleeting sketchy men
I know their faces were changing
Whenever I was not watching
Tiny figures on my left ear
Said horrors I was forced to hear
Though I hated what it was about
I too was made to shout them out
Soul Murder
My nerves they were so excited
It made God high and attracted
But they tried to hijack his rays
To use them in their evil ways
I thought that God was on my side
But he was trapped couldn’t decide
Between drawback and attraction
(Policy of oscillation)
Soul Murder
The inferior god Ariman
Wanted me to be a woman
I could tell it was happenin’
from the softness of my skin
Since I was the last man on earth
God he wanted me to give birth
To a new race but his Enemy
He wanted false men to rape me…
Soul Murder...
They wanted me to be insane
Connecting black nerves in my brain
While tiny men were pumping on
The marrow out of my backbone
Sometimes they stole my Stomach
As sometimes they woud put it back
Run all over my head and nape
Screwing tight my skull out of shape
Soul murder...
I was with fleeting sketchy men
I know their faces were changing
Whenever I was not watching
Tiny figures on my left ear
Said horrors I was forced to hear
Though I hated what it was about
I too was made to shout them out
Soul Murder
My nerves they were so excited
It made God high and attracted
But they tried to hijack his rays
To use them in their evil ways
I thought that God was on my side
But he was trapped couldn’t decide
Between drawback and attraction
(Policy of oscillation)
Soul Murder
The inferior god Ariman
Wanted me to be a woman
I could tell it was happenin’
from the softness of my skin
Since I was the last man on earth
God he wanted me to give birth
To a new race but his Enemy
He wanted false men to rape me…
Soul Murder...
They wanted me to be insane
Connecting black nerves in my brain
While tiny men were pumping on
The marrow out of my backbone
Sometimes they stole my Stomach
As sometimes they woud put it back
Run all over my head and nape
Screwing tight my skull out of shape
Soul murder...
michael2
be putting out bass loops and selling them. this is smoking. that guitar part is seriously cool. listen to this loud.