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You contaminate my blood Now I’m not half the man I was Not beast, nor fiend have you made me simply a malady, an odious reek I’ve grown accustomed to the low-hanging fruit and the delight of my descent If there’s nothing left but this creeping death then, old friend, extend your hand Come, one and all and behold This aberration we hold Can you hear me? Can you feel it? Right here, watch the Lotus Eater Come, one and all and behold This aberration we hold You’ll never be, never be found Ain’t no destiny Nothing left for me ‘cause the self is a cell, consciousness is a penalty Look at me Fleeting by small degrees martyr and masochist rage in me She’s still here Louder with passing years, stronger than ever here So just gimme just a little death (just a little) Tell me that I'm different Don’t I deserve to begin again? Come, one and all and behold Letras de cancionesThis aberration we hold Can you hear me? Can you feel it? Right here, watch the Lotus Eater Come, one and all and behold! This aberration we hold You’ll never be, never be found Raise your glass to the Lotus Eater as he drifts into the ether Flora, fauna born are devoid of the thorns We’ve shorn here I cannot close my eyes, can’t sleep at night I’m yearning And we will wax and wane We all wilt the same in this bell jar we’ve made But it’s the destiny, of glass to break Be not so long to speak for I long to die This anaesthetic is contriving a poltergeist Out of me I know I’ll never be rid of the agony I’ve survived Day in, day out The lotus in my mouth has been Dictating every move I make Just human, I’m afraid Come, one and all and behold This aberration we hold Can you hear me? Can you feel it? Right here, watch the Lotus Eater Come, one and all and behold This aberration we hold You’ll never be, never be found Flora, fauna born are devoid of the thorns We’ve shorn here I cannot close my eyes, can’t sleep at night I’m yearning We will wax and wane We all wilt the same in this bell jar we’ve made But it’s the destiny, of glass to break Flora, fauna born are devoid of the thorns We’ve shorn here I cannot close my eyes, can’t sleep at night I’m yearning We will wax and wane We all wilt the same in this bell jar we’ve made But it’s the destiny, of glass to break From Letras Mania