Merzbow / Genesis P-Orridge - A Perfect Pain

All Beauty is Our Enemy
Ah, my friends
These are needfully sadistic times
Pettiness rules each day
And blatant corruption is emblazoned in
The highest places
Corruption is seen as
Quite forgiveably virtuous
The charmed live empty lives
And the replete live charmingly

And 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 not the source
Of these “flesh vehicles” we so stupidly
Protect?

No splendor of random 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 pure untainted infants 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 sustenance for the
Grotesque lust all bodies require
As an indefatigable right?

I don’t think so.
I don’t think so.

There is no beauty here
No higher purpose
Than limitless 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
Survival by ejaculation

This is our lot

Ah yes! See beauty in everything you say
God
Stop! Right there God
Let me remind you of that you would exhale.
God.
God. Those who find beautiful meanings,
God.
In ugly things are corrupt God
Without charming God
They are pathetic God
God. This is a fault. God.

Survival by assimiliation
Survival by annihilation
Survival by abomination
Survival by ejaculation

This is our lot

These mediocrities
God they are our down fall
God.