Текст песни SURVIVORIA - Cerulean Cage

The neon bleeds on streets of glass and grime
time
is the currency they pay to watch my soul degrade
unmade
I simulate a passion I cannot abide
inside
this hollow shell, their venal fantasies reside

preside
above the act, a mind detached and starkly numb
succumb
they do,
to urges base from which their terrors stem

They call me slut
like some songbird meant to sing
If I could sing
But this cerulean cage
my skin, is not an offering
A marionette by night
a specter by the dawn
I trade in flesh and phantoms 'til the final hope is gone
oh, fuck it all

The sun, a jaundiced eye, brings forth a different game
name
on a data-slate, a conduit for whispered freight
wait
in the acid-drizzle, silent, cold, and grimly steeled
wield
ebon bone and chitin where the shadows have congealed

Unsealed
a contract's clause demands
a life be paid
blade
sings a visceral arc
a debt meticulously repaid

They call me slut
like some songbird meant to sing
If I could sing
But this cerulean cage
my skin, is not an offering
A marionette by night
a specter by the dawn
I trade in flesh and phantoms 'til the final hope is gone
oh, fuck it all

And after, in the cold cascade, I scrub away the ghost of
every masochistic trade, a violated host
Their scent, their seed, their whispered, sick desires
I try
to quench these phantom, psychic fires
He spills his shame upon my glowing sigil's art
Then by the light of day, I tear his world apart
The irony's a blade that twists inside my soul deep
At night they pay to own me
by day their lives are cheap

they call me slut,
like a songbird meant to sing
but this cerulean cage
my skin, is not an offering
a marionette by night
a specter by the dawn
i trade in flesh and phantoms 'til the final hope is gone

fuck it all
oh, fuck it all