All Beauty Is Our Enemy

Текст песни Merzbow & Genesis P-Orridge - All Beauty Is Our Enemy

All Beauty Is Our Enemy LyricsMy friends, these are needfully sadistic times. Pettiness rules each day and blatant corruption is emblazoned in the highest places. Corruption is seen as quite forgivably virtuous. The charmed live empty lives, and the replete live charmingly. You're going to have to concentrate or you're not going to understand anything I'm saying. So do please, refer to your dictionaries, and remember that cynicism is always the way of the truth, and certainly if one has a parent you understand what I'm saying. Is this not all dreadfully appropriate? Brutally entertaining? In those mythical quagmires of morbid ocean so long ago, I would sooner concur that it was a molecular ugliness that parasitized carbon and gave it pretension. Indeed, it was molecular ugliness that made you and I. For is not water and carbon the source of these "flesh vehicles" we so stupidly protect? No splendor of lightning, nor angelic creatures with an impossible fervor for defeatism created us. No! We are mere accidents of nature and nature has no intention, no morality, no sentiment, no love. Nature is merely accident, and if you were in the accident, God help you. These laughable dreams uphold beauty as a quintessential golden thread in a maze of weak nobility. Nature is their mother, suckling us as a pure untainted infant in a perfect garden, spoiled only by the errors of a few. Empowered by our mysterious flaw, our destiny, to find our way back to the light and escape the ugly demon so unspeakably hideous at the black center of our beginnings, God. Yeah, right! I don't think so. I don't think so. Oh, thin insipid lullabies of compliance, do we not see the ripping flesh of countless pretty creatures as they become food for the grotesque lust of all bodies? I don't think so. I don't think so. There is no beauty here, no higher purpose than devouring and mutilation. The program, dear blinkered friends, if program there is, is survival. The program: survival by assimilation, survival by annihilation, survival by abomination. This is our lot. Survival by assimilation, survival by annihilation, survival by abomination. This is our lot. Our mortality, wounded blind endeavor. There is no dignity here. No honor in this grotesque carnal craving. There is no dignity here. Ah, yes! But, wait! Tell me quick! You are here to save us all, God. You are our priest, our light, God. Our conscience, God. Our eyes. The selfless creator of beauty culled. Beautiful things, God. You say, God. God you say, God. Survival by assimilation, survival by annihilation, survival by abomination. This is our lot. Ah, yes! See beauty in everything you say, God. Stop right there, God. Let me remind you of that you exhale, God. God. Those who find beautiful meanings, God. In ugly things they are corrupt, God. Without charming, God. They are pathetic, God. This is a fault, God. Survival by assimilation, survival by annihilation, survival by abomination. This is our lot. These mediocrities, God. They are our downfall, God.