Cesspool Called History Lyrics & Chords By Lydia Lunch

cesspool called history
i am an island in this cesspool called history
i inhabit the crumpled remains of a place that
once was... suffocating in a solitude so fulfilling
that the merest rendevous becomes a cruxifiction
a solitude more chaotic than war
a stoic who remains undaunted among the ruins
of a world shattered into atoms
some of us are borne weary of being born
given the gift of life to live obsessed w/ death
we bury on our souls the corpses we have not
yet murdered... like an angel dafted on to the
back of a leper... a criminal saint... the hero of
yesterday becomes the tyrant of tomorrow
unless he crucifies himself today...
the restlessness of sleepless nights dig trenches
where the corpses of memory lay rotting...
a crater of lucidity whispers... time... time...
that slaughter house of the universe...
where is it not in the nature of a man who
cannot kill himself to seek revenge against
whatever enjoys existing