"This is the law of the plague: to teach when it is clean and when it is unclean"

Amanita phalloides na sopa do Mundo.

Néscios, escravos idiotas que somos.

Escravos de um mundo inventado, da vida de porcelana, da morte mundana e de tudo o que é apanhado pelas presas da grande Besta.

Entediada e enojada desta wonderland story onde somos conduzidos, induzidos, fodidos e levados a crer que o mal mora no universo ao lado, ao qual não se chega, a não ser que nos percamos.

Os outros é que são os maus.

O mal é predicado dos outros.

O mal poderia ser extinto se todos fossem como nós.

Nós somos bons, nós estamos do lado certo.

Nós, nós e nós...

Connosco e convosco, a vós e por vós minha vida se prende num rodopio de absinto escarlate.

Fode-se a minha vida porque tenho os olhos abertos.

Vena Cava

I wake up and I see the face of the devil

and I ask Him

What time is it?

(How do you feel today?)

What time is it?

(How do you feel today?)

Well, I think I'm feeling better

What time is it?

What TIME IS IT?

(How do you feel today?)

Well, I think I'm feeling better

(Do you?)

Yes, I think I'm feeling better;

You know I was just thinking if I could just get out of here some time and do

something, you know and stop looking at the TV and just do anything at all

I would be so happy... just give myself something to do, you know I...

(Do you?)

What time is it?

Better better better better

WHAT TIME IS IT?

(How much time do you want?)

I want? I want?

Why you... I want...

(How much time do you want?)

Well, I was just thinking that perhaps

I could have just...

(Do you?)

Better? Better? Better? Better?

(How much time do I want?)

I want... I want... How much time do I have?

Why you... why you.. I want.. I want...

no one knows... where I'm going.

(You know we've been talking about you downstairs and

we don't think perhaps you are not being realistic that perhaps

you are being unrealistic... it seems that you are not...

we think that you have not faced up to what is going on...)

Better?

Are you sure, perhaps, you know,

you've gone insane...

Better?

Black!

White lights

Black! Black! Black!

White lights

Better

................

Well sister, if I could do it all over again,

I would, but you know there's something

unnatural about this thing...

there's something unnatural about this thing...

keep it in your memory...

people forget... about...

(Hi, how are you? Hi, how are you?)

I'm fine

(Hi, how are you? How are you?)

I'm fine

I'm just fine,

(How are you, anyway?)

and how are YOU

any how are YOU

I'M FINE, MISS THING

I JUST FEEL LIKE SINGING THE BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC

GET OUT OF HERE

GET OUT

...

How are you?

please don't go

You are the love of my life

I have never loved anyone like this before

and I never will again

don't go...

I'm sorry, miss

you can't come in now

he has developed shingles

and you could contract it

and it might be meningitis and

not be able to have children...

Children children children

Am I having children

When my baby is dying?

THIS IS MY BLOOD

WHITE LIGHTS

BLACK

......

I dreamed I stuck a gun to my head and I dreamed

I was lying in a pool of blood

and they looked down at me

and said:

It's over now...

Now, at least, he is in peace.

FREE

Who turn the fucking light off?

I dreamed I was lying in the green grass

and the wind was blowing softly

and blue was everywhere

and I saw heads popping out through the grass

and it seemed as if they knew me...

Hi Dimitri, Hi Dimitri, Hi Dimitri. Hi Dimitri

Heaven... Heaven...

BLACK

Heaven... I see Heaven...

Letra de Diamanda Galás/lyrics by Diamanda Galás

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