THE MURDER OF ROSA LUXEMBURG LYRICS

1. Building (A House For Flowers And Lovers)

As the pressure closes in,
The opalescent axeman is
The savior for a day
And the weeping willows say;

"Join us in conquering
The three-armed kind of humanity.
Why wait for the fungal spores
To fill your lungs and decay your soul?"

But how the weeping willows say:
"The opalescent axeman is
The savior for a day.

Join us in conquering....."

2. The Beard Is Immortal

Whisper!

Hey damn you,
Victor,
This is a knife point.
Cut off your finger
And sink into the abyss

Whisper!

T[his] fictional trait
He is a liar.
Gouge out your eyes
And
Smell the flowers.
His face was scarred
And weathered.

This is (not) inevitable and fair.
Let's dance.

This trait leads to his
Loss.

3. Infernal Music

Two chambers made from
Sleeping memories and cuticle lines.
Primitive etchings of
Love and violence
And cryptic signs.

Drifting with the
Lights out,
Patterns filled the walls
And slipped the
Knives out.

Shaking hands from this
Fingerless urge.
A prison of love
And a church disrupted
A scripture invasion that keeps him
Hostage in his own home.

These cuticle lines are
Cryptic signs when
The lights are
Out and the
Knives out.

Victor's a hostage as
The vines grow.

4. Jack And Oscar Have A Fight

Obscurity lapses as the monumental idols fight.
Two animalistics and one figure laid bare and wide eyed.
Which way is direction?

5. Slap The Cubo Futurist

Let's build the structures then
Add the numbers
Do the mathematics.

Regulate and arrange
The pieces in order to
Set a frequence.

On a whole new level,
Decomposition occurs.
Jagged lines behind the eyes
And segment curves through
The jaw.
He is Sub-gender.
Base it on a true story.

The crows gather around him.

"What is your gender?
Are you superior?"

6. Time And Death Invading The Arcadian Scene

Dress me up
In my final robe.
Wait for the morning.
Wake me up in transient violence.
The traitor sits.

"Show me the flowers,
Taste the fruits, bread
And skin."

/sos*sos*sos*sos//
The ship's going down.
It's based on the time.

Traitor.

7. Ex Post Facto

Ascension absorbed in this digression.
Unconscious and waiting for flight.
"Un-recognition and hopeless-ness" drawn on each arm,
Written by the hallucinogenic scalpels

8. Venezuela Is Realised

We've got attention of
Eternal timing.
We've got
Attention of eternal
Timing.

There's competition for
Growing pains.
There's repetition in
What you saw.

This map is at the center of your dysentery.

Venezuela Is Realised

Extract the autopsy as the
Retrospective mainlines.
With all this time,
Venezuela is realised.







THE MURDER OF ROSA LUXEMBURG LYRICS