The Axis Of Perdition - Born Under the Knife, Live in Pain lyrics

"Daddy, help me. Daddy, where are you?" Inconceivable claws wrenching at the gates of time Torrential incandescence of the atomic wellspring Churning in its infinity amongst mindless dancers Lurching to the twitching cadence of discordant flutes This is chaotic abhorrence, mercurially envisioned horror The incoherent howling in the untamed void Of a malformed child stretching its emaciated limbs Amidst the unbearable pounding and the stench of vile smoke ...Skin-graft ugliness... ...Implacable gaze... ...Towering disdain... ...Insectile grimace... ...Talons stretched... ...Muscles taught... ...Burning scars... ...Waiting to be born... Cruel, haggard eyes locked in incurable amusement Contorted grin on the face of inhumanity Stirring the convulsions of its puppets Stapled down and force fed misanthropy Cavorting primitive playthings ba*tardised on the ruins of a wasted heaven Eagerly devouring our own minds Mouth and eyes sewn up but still we shriek and stare In the alleys that weave between (gulf-spanning) sky-thorns Graffiti hung derelict towers (pinning down the earth) Litter scuttles blindly away like fear-crazed insects Crumbling city walls echo their terror (back at them) In the filth stained underpa** we wait Dangling limply on chains, hung from another reality Empty minds waiting to create pain Waiting to be born And dying you (?) (?) Initiates to the belief that you are not immune to the earth You know that you are not alone You're own (?) (?) and (?) Our whole world, everything we see as nice and normal, and sane, might be like a big leather bowl filled with air. Only in some places, the leather scuffed almost down to nothing, places where the barriers are thinner. Wouldn't it be a day if the rest of that leather between us and what's on the inside of that bowl just rubbed away?