Infinitesimal Songtext / Lyric

Total passivity of your condition, terrifying cold limbs,
well defined premonitions, outcome in swollen brands
imposible to disguise, no excuses can withstand
on the bus you can't withstand
no support for unsteady grasp,
as you tremble in tumescence
beated beyond all limits other than survival one
with no perserved flesh, no single healthy shred Dying inside day by day, by her husband "plug and play"
and now it's time to make love Studded to endstop, endlessly beaten
nowhere to hide, for the master withstand
used, abused, like a filthy dog,
huddled, curled, thornless animal

Slipped at home, but in the blowing mill
caress by the meat pounder, now even hard to feel,
inner pain don't push enough, waiting for the next rapture
modified by fractures unseemly gait
bones without a framework, empty puppet held up,
uncounted bruises lightly covered by make up
useful to cover only the others indifference, no one will ask

Dying inside day by day, by her husband "plug and play"
and now it's time to make love

Studded to endstop, endlessly beaten
nowhere to hide, for the master withstand
used, abused, like a filthy dog,
bruise, abrade, to infinitesimal