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i
can
see you
standing in the corner
hiding in the shadows
i
can
see you
standing in the corner
with your hands at your side
i
can
see you
why are you naked?
where are your clothes?
i
can
see you
where are we?
do you remember?
i
can
see you
standing in the corner
why are you trembling?
i
can
see you
with the plastic bag
over your head
your eyes wide open
as your body shakes
trembling
shaking
turning blue
please
i want to wake up now
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begin the begin
again
with an act of betrayal
and a visit from the angel of death
then another
and still again
and all the while
the little witch laughs
and the angel of death laughs
and the dead trees shake
with the terrible sound
free fall
shattered fragments
come together again
in a manner that reflects all light
there are holy men who say
i have willed my soul
to the abyss
for privileged rights
in the affairs
of the dead
i can only say
that when the long night of darkness ends
and the angel of death, she arrives
it will be my pleasure
to vacate this soulless existence
with my hands around that fucking cunt’s throat
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ACT IV: dead trees
06:52
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i fell through
a hole in the sky
with the wolves at my side
running for the hills
and lawmen's guns
close enough to take
o such days
enough to make one break
o such days
such endless days
when the levee broke
i woke alone
twenty-one days
lost in the borderlands
twenty-one nights
in the hills of dead trees
watching the train lights
come and go
twenty-one long nights
in the dead man's room
endless days bleed together
waiting for answers
shattered fragments
emerge badly reassembled
nightmares and ghosts
fill the poisoned rooms
unexpected revelations
only serve to prove
there is no place
that can be called safe
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can you hear it?
calling to you in the dead of night
can you see it?
staring from the stranger in the mirror?
can you deny it?
the growing urge to fade into eternal
darkness?
the door in the dead leaves,
it leads
down
and then there is only stone
and vast, open spaces
and a river, bloated with bodies
cutting through darkness
down here, in the fading twilight
there are only shapes and shadows
and voices crying out in the fog
and an endless stream of bodies
flowing out into the abyss
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the night sky,
filled with stars
and naked tiny limbs like ghosts
lies above me,
like a dark cloud
with a thousand points of light
waiting for the train
waiting for the sound
of the thundering wheels
rolling on and on
one fine may evening,
just after midnight
the porch light flickers,
as the white moths burn
moonlight shines through the trees
hiding on the porch,
wreathed in smoke
in the waning hours of the night
waiting for the train
waiting for the sound
of the thundering wheels
rolling on and on
one fine may evening,
just after one a.m.
(one fine evening,
just before three a.m.)
far end of the porch
and buried in the trees
a flash of light
and a puff of smoke
as the blind eye bleeds the world white
and the wheels go thundering by
outside the dead man's room
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the first rays of a burning sun
pour through the blinds
they say the sun shines
for everyone
but it's not for me
never me
empty days filled with voices
preaching despair and hate
walking down the road
barking dogs and hungry bugs
morning people making the rounds
don't know what to make of me
most steer a wide path
anyway
eat my cheap tacos at the counter
of an ancient grocery store
stocking up on energy
to sleep through the rest of the day
watchful eyes keep their distance
and i can't say i blame them
i'm the boy with the glass head
filled with deformed homunculi
every day is like the last one
nowhere to be, nothing to do
an endless stream of smoke
passes the time
from the porch at night
or beneath the barn by day
passes the time
as time stands still
there's a wide open world out there
and i'm afraid of it
i remember old man sisyphus
he came to me in a dream
gave me the rock and he said
you better start rolling
i rolled that rock to a golden ship
yeah, i rolled up on a golden ship
he said it was mine
so i stepped inside
but he forgot to tell me
that the ship was sinking
and then he laughed
and then i laughed
but he's not here now
and i'm not laughing now
sisyphus
sisyphus
(that motherfucker)
sisyphus
he never told me
it would be like this
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there are no fences
there are no signs
no lamp lighter to lead the way
but a wise pilgrim knows
what to look for
you must use your own judgement
to mark your passage is useless
your markings will be scattered
the black hand of fate waits to deceive you
in the borderlands
there are no boundaries here
in this realm there are no laws
here it's all done with smoke and mirrors
you are outside now
you are not as them
and you dare not tell them of this world
here no one will scorn you
for the shattering of your soul
your soul is the same shade as the dead grass
in the borderlands
as the ground grows darker
and the trees dead and stunted
you will see visions of the world left behind
feel the black wind, so cold
dream the black night, so endless
sleep on dead leaves in the night that never ends
this is the dream of a dead world
this is the poisoned wasteland
that you are doomed to forever call home
in the borderlands
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eyes wide open
the frost bites
dead trees
hide the sheep
alone in the dark
driven from the pack
wild with fever
ready to bite
the freezing moon
so high and bright
black trees like spears
screaming to the sky
the smell of sheep
raw, defenseless meat
the primal urge
to kill and eat
under the freezing moon
dinner arrives
with the sound
of your bones
crunching
the horrible vise of my jaws
clamps down on your throat
and i bathe in your blood
and then i take a long drink
and watch your wide, staring eyes
as your useless, dying soul leaves
and then i laugh
and then i eat
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lost days
empty haze
dead trees
ghost train
too many nights
sitting in the dark
idle hands
do the devil's work
records of a history of accidents
moldering boxes of paper
most of them filled with secrets
most of them not very good
i remember
scenes from a dying man's room
the things i remember
i could not describe to you
but i see them every night
again in my sleep
through the noise
and the shouting
and the sickness
and the tainted air
i remember
most of all
those pale shaking hands
those pale shaking hands
i knew the final round was coming
when i saw you
spread your dark wings
i saw you in the shadows
when the time came
hiding in the corner
waiting
for the shaking to stop
you're so fucked now
christ can't help you here
ask yourself
is this a good place to die?
too bad
too fucking bad
this, my friend, is where
the great empty begins
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the first thing i remember
on a night so long ago
sitting on a porch swing
round about midnight
the trinity of bright lights
streaming through the trees
and the roaring thunder
of the ghost train coming
standing in an empty room
in a house that's falling down
looking at foggy pictures
of those long gone
with every passing year
the circle thins
until nothing is left
but old and blurry pictures
at a forgotten exhibition
stand where you like
in the house or in the field
there is no escape
from the sound of the ghost train
even in the dead man's room
the ghost train sounds the same
all roads lead to dead trees
and one last smoke on the porch
in the waning hours of the dead
then into the fields
dancing through the fields
around dead trees haunted by a full moon
slinging coals and chips of wood
and an endless supply of holy gasoline
this is how the world ends,
my friend
standing on a railroad trestle
beneath a gray dawn
holding a box of matches
with the dead sun rising
behind dead trees
behind dead trees
the devil and i take turns
shooting off bottle rockets
deep into the fields
while wreathed in smoke
soon there's going to be a great burning
lighting up the wide night sky
as we wait for the union pacific
to make its final nightly run
as the fields and the trees burn
as the train's night beam comes
i'll pick up the dead man's harmonica
and play those old ghost train blues
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i can see the sun
streaming through the trees
as the fields burn
red and orange like the sun
where does one end
and the other begin?
where does this world end
and the next begin?
what does the field mouse think
as it views the world from the sky
high above the clouds
godlike for the first time
clutched in the hawk's mouth
have you ever seen a sunrise like this?
the porch is the perfect place
to catch the first rays of the rising sun
see how they fill the sky
trees like shadows
against flickering fields of fire
see in the distance
how the blue and red lights
add to the view
standing on the porch
smoking
as the armed men get out of their cars
smoking
as they advance with guns drawn up the sidewalk
smoking
as they take the stairs
as they take me in
smoking
while addressing the last
of the postcards from the borderlands
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Korperschwache Austin, Texas
Korperschwache was formed in Austin, TX in 1995 and has since released piles of albums on labels such as Crucial Blast,
Public Guilt, Inam Records, Cut Hands, Faunasabbatha, Peasant Majik, and more.
Korperschwache is:
RKF -- guitar, vox, efx, paranoid delusions
Doktor Omega -- beats, time, space, dominatrix vibes
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