Текст песни Aesthetic - The Buttress

Aesthetic

My constitution is empty\nI am merely an aesthetic\nAn idea of something\nLike motion\nKinesthetic\nFrom my platform where I sit\nChained\nI address the senate\nWeeping, gnashing teeth\nSpotlit, spectacle\nUnrepentant\nWait, you felt that too?\nI thought only I could see 'em\nThe birds of prey that circle overhead like demon beings\nTrapped in a dream, within a dream\nWithin a dream, within a Halloween dream (spooky)\nRepresented only by Aesthetic — like a movie screen\n2D / Space Jam / Mass shooting / 8 chan\nYea I got jokes\nI’m so goofy\nDo the most\nLooney Tune a ghost (ghost)\nPicking toads with Mickey\nLicking sticky notes\nEyes like pizza pies\nUnder moon\nCrying out to god like\nWhere do bad folks go when they die?\nThey don’t go to heaven where the angels fly\nThey go to the fiery fire and fry…\nDraw straws with Nostradamus, waiting for me to show up (partytime)\nOh, I tremble\nI am just aesthetic\nIf you strip me of my image then there’d be nothing left\nWhat’s my likeness? Can you guess?\nIn whose image was I fashioned?\nPerhaps what I represent surpasses all logic or ration (False idol)\nI’ve such sights to show you\nElectric, prophetic\nFeel my pain, taste my pleasures\nThey cannot be named or measured\nAgain I ask\nWhat’s my likeness, can you guess?\nAfter whose image was I fashioned after?\nTry your best\nJust follow sounds of laughter and the stench of death\nOh, my time is running out\nAnd my image still as hollow as these words that fall from mouth\nBetween two pillars, stand like Sampson\nMy eyes from me they gouged\nSo now I enter into final act to perform for my final crowd…\nThough you’ve taken my sight, I’m still one for those who behold me\nAnd though I’ve no body, yours will grow decrepit and old\nWhile my aesthetic lives forever, Amen, with no beginning or end to tell\nMade in my own image\nPortrait of an artist\nLikeness of my own self\nI’ll see you all in hell…