Benighted - Insane Cephalic Production lyrics
Tracks 01. Bestial Breeding
02. Stay Brutal 03. Foetus 04. Deviant 05. Perpetual Cannibalism 06. Self-Proclaimed God 07. Dementia (The Precocious Symptoms Of Mental Perversion) 08. Phlebotomized 09. Insane Cephalic Production 10. Insomnies 01. Bestial Breeding
Hurt my eyes, dear sweet daylight
In this sticky and damp cave Where my body lies Unmoving with my ravaged face deep in the mud Feeling the lashes of whip Love conditioned in violence Bestial breeding Sequestration, parental molestation Learning by the blows the reality of life Existence through sufferings My only one wish is to return This life I never asked Flesh is hurt by the beats I hear the steps coming near me And again he started to molest my body "Beast, bastard, You feel the wrath boiling into me, you compelled me to do that Cast down your eyes and don't defy me You know what is waiting for you !" Confrontation, humiliation Sweat burns my wounds, it's not enough I ask for more Bestial breeding. 02. Stay Brutal
Have you ever heard the rattles of agony ?
When each minute seems like an eternity When the silence is broken by the screams of anguish Perceptions altered by rage Enclosed in a cage Howling Encircled by morbid visions Which take all the place in me Submitted to emptiness Envolves merciless spirit I have made things I cannot speak Dreams which never die in me Dead human bodies are treated like simple toys Macabre games where victims are my near relations Inhuman practices come to me by insctinct Invading my heart with dark insanity Accepting this pulses pleasure is growing more and more How I like this feeling of culpability Delectation without name Remains of humanity Inviting anyone in my circle of madness And my need for violence is boiling in my veins Gutting all the bodies until the last Stay brutal Chained up, muzzled, blinded, molested Stay brutal Beaten, borken, strangled, mangled Stay brutal Slowly dismembered alive Stay brutal Voices told me : "I am the one Full of hate who guides your arm Forget all notion of the asset of life" And I still standing with my eyes closed to this sublime work of ferocity Voices tell me : "Do it again, stay brutal !" 03. Foetus
Organes dtruits, conscience trahie, mal-tre intense, cultivant la terreur,
Infestant les profondeurs, se dlectant du supplice, Dans le vide qui l'envahit, elle sent cet ennemi qui de l'intrieur la ronge, Dvore son tre, sa volont anantie. Sans effets, elle contemple, debout devant le miroir, L'amer reflet de sa souffrance. Elle vomit son agonie constante. Naissance de la colre, decompose dans sa chair, Sanglant avortement, arrache le mal de son repaire, Elle sent la mort grandir en elle, qui investit ses visc�res, Tumeur oppressante. Nourrie de sa haine, la lame s'abat, plongeant dans ses entrailles, Elle enfouit sa main et le tenant enfin, Extirpe le mal mortellement accroch elle. ELle s'croule inanimate, gisant, noye dans son sang. 04. Deviant
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 Atered and disfigured, dysmorphophobia. The eye fixed, a razor in the hand, determined to comit 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 forgivemyself his absence, But the voices still present, speaking to me. 05. Perpetual Cannibalism
Begetting of disorder nature
Perpueral cannibalism The sensation to be devoured And consumed little by little She recognizes him behind his disguise, guessing his features Vile creature She sees his unhealthy and sinister smile As the beginning of her torments Organic liquids flow through the natural Wide opened wounds of her chest His mouth does harm, burns the areola Masticates the breast until the blood His pupils are shining, inspiring the dread, In the abysses of the eye she could see the bottom of hell Absorbing her vital substance The murmurs of a nameless fear, torture of the flesh by the flesh Like a cancer which would spread to all the organism Sensitive illusions, victim of visual hallucinations Each cry hurts the drums, tears the mind apart Hunger for killing, thirst for the evil It would settle the cells until yhe last one in her Best disguise of the devil hidden behind the picture of the innocence Her own-blood is searching for self-destruction Unable to move like paralysed Perpueral cannibalism Used as food she can just let it do Tetanized by what she has by her 06. Self-Proclaimed God
Hear my cries, white is everywhere
There's no way to escape from this strange nightmare In front of me attached on a bed Lies the corpse of a child With a face so pale He turns his head and his glance meets mine His voice resounds in me Hurts and pierces my mind Words of hatred try to dominate Religious incantations desecrate my will "Come to me little child, See in my the resurrection of your god ! Self-proclaimed god I am the one who lives in your entrails Make you rot from inside Invade me, blasphemy, I submit you to serve me Your blood is mine, I'm your god Alive You'll learn to believe in my twisted existence Crouched in the depths of your conscience All the concepts fly away End of dreams, beginning of fear." Nervous disorder, go away ! Vicious imposter torturing my mind Mental parasite, go away from me ! His words terrify me and I fall upon him Severe corporal punishment By pure act of the rage, uncontrolled Blinded by blinkers of madness The child lies disgorged The white bed becomes red with his innocent blood My eyes are lost in this ocean Flowing on the ground until my feet I sit in the most obscure corner of the room As the child still look at me I understand what death is really talking about. 07. Dementia (The Precocious Symptoms Of Mental Perversion)
He inconscious repression always grows in the head
There's no forgiveness inside, it's just a semblance of truth This unacceptable state cuts the mind in two And one of them disappears in the limbs of oblivion Anormal human behaviour by morbid rationalization Installs istelf disguised by perversion Restrictionof the vision, diversions, manipulations All the tricks are used to realize the deviated purposes Dementia, the precocious symptoms of mental perversion Anger from disturbed childhood Comes through unconscious paths Far from our reality, hate for his identity He wants to become more than a simple human And behind a wall of lies, build his own pleasure Violence as answer to affective deficiency Forever torn between repulsion and fascination 08. Phlebotomized
Lacerations, running blood as acid burns my veins from inside
Searching for the way to escape from this closed labyrinth Exploring each part of organs, corroding it In me there's no limit between dream and life Anguish is so strong, pain so real Deep-seated wounds have been made on my wrists I cannot divert my glance from the sores, Watching flow the sick blood. Lacerate - evacuate - dominate - phlebotomized Dominate the ignorance, blood everywhere I spill blood eveywhere to empty my soul Morbid paints on my body with the coulour of life, show me the way to follow Awake from this dark witchery, from the insane delight I have no feelings in my hands any more My skin becomes grey and cold like an ancient stone The conscience goes away from my orphaned mind Cut the veins to lacerate, cut the veins to evacuate Cut the veins to dominate. Phlebotomized The rhythm of the drops crashing on the ground Replaces slowly beats of my heart. All cis quiet. There's no more pain I deeply fall asleep in sick dreams. 09. Insane Cephalic Production
Une vaste et croissante obscurit� embrase les vestiges de mon �me
Les t�n�bres� pr�sent r�gnent dans cet abime ouvert. L'�ph�m�re cocon du monde qui m'entoure, bris�, Une structure instable dont les limites sont inconnues. L'arch�type de la pazthologie mentale, sublim� � l'extr�me, engendr� et perverti par les siens. Insane cephalic production. Attrait ou m�pris, entre deux notions, imperceptible dimension, Absence de la peur, perte de l'illusion La prog�niture se retourne contre le g�niteur Mes parents m'ont laiss� l'h�ritage de la souffrance, Dans une surprotection suffocante, Dans une indiff�renciation totale entre le bien et le mal, Dans ce berceau si fragile de s�curit� imaginaire C'est moi, cher p�re, ch�re m�re, qui ai quelque chose pour vous, Et quel cadeau plus beu que la mort aurais-je bien pu vous faire ? Insane cephalic production. 10. Insomnies
Errant dans une �trange dimension, �puis� mais trop mal pour dormir,
Obnubil� par une peur incessante. Sph�res parall�les � l'�tat d'�veil, terreurs nocturnes, Entre conscience et sommeil. Crise de panique, discernant des formes dans le noir Qui m'observent en silence. Le corps en sueur, il m'est impossible de respirer De peur qu'elles ne m'entendent Dans le gouffre de d�solation dans lequel je m'enfonce progressivement Tandis que les heures s'enfuient derri�re moi J'abandonne mon �tre, submerg� par l'angoisse Chaque bruit, chaque sensation, Comme si une aiguille invisible me per�ait l'enc�phale. Errant � jamais dans ces limbes. Sph�res parall�les � l'�tat d'�veil, Terreurs nocturnes, Entre conscience et sommeil. |