Carnal (Live)

<br>[Music: Piotr Wiwczarek, Lyric: Pawel Wasilewski]<br><br>I tasted the fever of Your existence<br>Seems like cold grain to my mouth<br>I stand aside, I stay away<br>Transmuting my quicksilver blood<br><br>KIA - that I may see<br>ZOS - that I may touch<br>Insipid are the describing words<br>The self needs no vulgar praise<br><br>This worship has no supplications<br>My rite is to live and do<br>Things naked, pure, of honest lust<br>The throbbing vortex feeds on it all<br><br>Sleep is the best of possible prayers<br>The winged eyes are blessed to see<br>Downtrodden deception of every torment<br>Transpierced hymens my lust adores<br><br>Many images yet one raw flesh<br>Animal steps I love to tread<br>An ideal point where Time is Space<br>Memory giant sores this journey must heal<br><br>Lady of Mourning and her monsters<br>Lay down the scythes for here I come<br>Joyful and priapic my baby soul<br>A new-born one, ten million years old