Deviant (Insane cephalic production 2004)

Текст песни Benighted - Deviant (Insane cephalic production 2004)

Something inside of me is watching me and waiting
And the thing which scares me the most is when I cannot fight anymore
I'm hearing speaking the voice of my father, disturbed by fits of abstraction
Silences of mind
I always do what voices in my head tell me to do

"You are no one, a child of naught, you'll burn in fire
You have to hide
Shame of life, mistake of nature, swathe your face, your monstrous features
You are condemned!"

I always do what voices in my head tell me to do

Altered and disfigured, dysmorphophobia
The eye fixed, a razor in the hand, determined to commit the worst
The cost of the loss, a psychic rebirth
Through this path enslaved to my own delirium, delivered by auto-mutilation

In front of my reflection so detestable, I tear pieces of my face
Again until I will be unrecognizable
My acts relieve my mind, I forgive myself his absence
But the voices still present, speaking to me