Victor Victorious
You are so glorious!
So magnificent
Transcendent.
(In rapture)
I love your electricity
The spark of love
Between you and me.
You brought me back
From the dead
My limbs were cracked
I had no head.
My heart was cold
God knows how old
I was.
But now
Because of you
My hair is beautiful
Magnificent.
Instead of mould
You made me whole
Complete with feet
And now I chase you
Down the street.
You gave me colour
When I was black,
On the edge of decay.
Now your things are packed
You have gone away.
When our love sparkled
It was a blast
And now you are
Full of distrust.
We were magnificent
It was sublime
Now indifferent
Much of the time.
Our love is cold
And blue.
Blue oh
Blue oh
Call me.
Call me in the day or night, even if you hate the sight
Of this creature that you made me, with no future now degraded
You made me whole now you wrecked my soul
Mother father mother father mother father mother
I have no being, I am the other.
You leave me hanging on this precipice, loathsome island of artifice
Free to wander the land of the free, free to be the Unhappy.
Free to choose from the land of choice, free to speak but I have no voice.
You make me whole, then you crush my soul
Now I play alone on my console.
Beast with a broken attitude, impotent, nothing to produce
Nothing to love, no one to hold, left on my own to discompose
My main employment is destroy them, burning sensation in annihilation
Joy-imparting fire-starting, consummation of consolation.
You break my whole and you shake my soul.
Experience has shown that the penetration of the temples of accumulation
Is quite a good way to start a conversation, so
Call me in the day or night, even if you hate the sight
Of this creature that you made me, with no future now degraded.
You destroyed my whole, you are an are soul.
You took my picture but there is no one there, nothing to declare
But a soul so bare, victim of abortive speculation, aspiration’s animation
Too little too late, refused to regulate, left a generation without a destination
The mule that can not reproduce respect no rule set down by a fool.
You stole my whole, you sick are soul.
Here I am, skin trader trash, tangible surface of the crash
Back to back, face to face, cast off of the human race
Nothing to make, nothing to do, nothing to consume but you.
I will have you whole, body and soul.
You will be mine, Mr Frankenstein.
credits
from Bad Brain Call,
released March 5, 2012
Vocals by Julia Scott.
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