BLISS THIS

BLISS THIS

Eduardo B. Penteado

Stay away from my old swamp

It´s cold and dark and damp

Oh, yes, I guess I love the mess

That hides beneath my false distress

No trees, no breeze, no lust, no leaves

My madness coupled with disease

All your screams are muffled dreams

And all your hope lies with the fiend

Everything that you most fear

Is waiting for your face in here

Hold me, hold me, metal tonsils

Abort me, blind eyes of justice

I have thrived, thus I have failed

Thou art but my truth unveiled

I couldn´t bear the birth of dawn

Hence cometh the weight of night upon

Bliss, bliss, remember this

I might be slain by a word amiss

Bliss, bliss, art not remiss

I might be saved with a simple kiss.