SACRO SANCTUM SEMEN

In a time out of mind women were raped by God, who is not seduced by his own God?
The angels of God fornicate, the daughters of man woke their lust, obscene thoughts in their libidinous minds
God built his home in a ship of love, on his gardens lie exhausted virgins sprinklered with his seed
Creation of man, copulation of woman, miraculous conceptions, the world is full of sons of God
Sacro Sanctum Semen
An orgiastic atmosphere in the vatican, a corrupted odour of sanctity, God forgives your sins but who his?
Devourer of immense silences broken by little tears, your leeps weep, mob pays homage to beatificated whores
Pious retirement, blessed masturbation, the summum of hapiness, heavenly orgasm
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SO IS DEATH

Life is sensations that remains after death, I don't remember sensations but I remember memories, memories of feelings, and now out there relate them with a stench suffocatingand corrupted but fascinating
The stench of rot, the rot of my soul, so is death, my death
As change home, as vomit all my shame, so is death, my death
I know it from the beginning, I had to be guided by my thoughts like innocense; an existence, my existence far from being subordinated to your approval or subordination
As your body bloats numb, stiff anb bleak maggots draw a smile, rats mate in your grave, in your blissfull face, in your fuckin' face
Fast falls the eventide, I am full of life, but I hear a funeral song, there's people who's not prepared, they were not!
Wherefore weep?
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THE HEGEMONY OF REALITY

Virginal traveller of your death, in your room all is gloomy, all is quiet
In your bed, there you swing but you don't see that your chamber has become smaller, considerably smaller
Dreadful and macabre tale of ephimeral rest, a life without a meaning, a mind without transcendence dies, all your thoughts rot, reality invades you...
You assumed your death in your dreams and when the dawn did noy appear you blasphemed and denied your fate, your death
You lived blind and when you opened your eyes you woke in your tomb, scream in you cell, drowned with your tears
Scolopendras play with your skin, snuff the stink, maggots and grubs will enter your box it's so easy for them
Why is a shadow more faithfull than a friend and a dream realer than a life?
Purify your human waste, amell the wood, it's still fresh
Purgatory between death and life, you woke up to suffer in pain
Dream, death and life, among them you gasp for breath
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World that does not exist outside my ethylic brain splashed with our ways, world shut far from my smiling skull
Restraining the vomit and repressing the tears my cranial cavity protects lost dreams, residual dreams
Ejaculating smiles impregnating my cornea with clouds of viscous filth, in one word, with shit
Give up your body to shelter your soul, is it nicer the world seen from the other side?
Give me tour head!
Trapped in my skull
Urinating inside me my eyes wath my brain, who am I? He who walks a stupid path
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INERT BODIES DISTILLATION

Inert bodies distillation violently agitated in an ammoniacal medium, treated in formol and acid, flesh slowly melts
Now you're an amorphous mass, features irremisibly go back in time, til turn you into a heidous fetus, you slowly return to your origin
Formol distilles in your veins, residual vapours, ascending through a column, your conscience feels the change
Fluid and molecules separate but the essence remains in you
Turned in a stinking gas, your degeneration is a short existence parallel to your death
A harmful dripping condensed, distilled, your cells subjected to a selective reflux
Liquated without leaving trace, trioxan precipitates in your anus, your eyes
Nauseous aroma, maybe you'll never have conscience of your death
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THE MEN AND THEIR LIVES

The sick hide their faces in a confused atmosphere ashamed with their condition, their punishment
Embalmed fistulas -The men and their lives- in a paralytic purgatory of emotions -The men and their lives- in an anaesthetizedgutter -The men and their lives- with the dismal acts of our semen -The men and their lives!
Your legs stammer ways to nowhere, your hands look for places to hold
Come on baby -The men and their lives- take your own life -The men and their lives- all the god's byways -The men and their lives- take us down to this brothel -The men and their fuckin' lives!
God ended his work centuries ago, we are alone
Pathetic shadows gangrene invades your souls, little pieces of flesh in a so vulgar world that I fell bad
Now your pores see and weep sweat, feel that sorrow is hot and the pain is burning you lives, our lives
I feel lost, I'm so fuckin' lost
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THE SILENCE

The day of shoveles is here, dig a grave for my soul...
Some man urinates on your memories and while the carpenter makes coffins and the blacksmith chains for those who remain outside bewept and weary a crowd excretes excrements which are laments, vomits of another's flesh and all this shit filling liveless heads
Retching is just the older brother of your anterior hiccup, asphixiating memories that creep and chew your flesh
You scratch the ground, sacred ground, dead ground, you find stone and wood, granite and mahogany
And corrupted flesh but you are alone, dangle from your brainyour memories flooding the gloom
In silence swing viscous worms from your cheeks, in silence you awoke in the night and you were alone, alone!
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THE ALMIGHTY PROTOZOAN

Pay homage to the almighty protozoan and go with the scatophilus souls
Who is God? The primigenial cell
Hide his imperfection,make excusses for his abscense, his silence
Coprophilia, the new worship!
Responding to a creative impulse pray for returning to the culture medium
Who is God? I never knew just who he was and I guess I never will
Who is God? The primigenial cell
Who is God? He who raped the earth and abandoned her after!
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EXISTENTIAL NAUSEA

Existential anguish, expelled existencies
Fragments of my being I vomit when see a child been born, see his condemnation
Condenm to be free, existential nausea
I close my eyes when I see a child thrown into this world
A mere project of life, frustration a sickly chaos grow, man is a being for death, nausea!
Creeping vomits of flesh and blood expelled from bleeding wombs, life, is it worth while to live it? Existential nausea!
You are wrong if you think that isn't just your actual I pay for all the sins of your past I, lie is peace!
Unhinged lives yearning for something, existential void, impregnated with an absurd existence, death calls us!
And we shall repair to its call
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POOL OF TEARS

Death ed my steps in this life my corpse lies resting but my soul has no rest... When a man dies the egoism tears fall over my tomb and remind me of my life
Apool of tears above me a sea of lies behind them I run away from this shit, no compensation for my pain
My mind has not changed for my all is the same, unhinged and nauseated I have no place, killing brains searching what is the way to me, my soul is mutilated, they are crushing my hope
My death is just a capricious game for my intelect, am I dreaming or am I the dream of another mind? anguish seems to be my only feeling in this world, a soul full of perverse thoughts always destroys itself
My corpse rots in a pool of lies, humidity goes through my musty bones
Labyrinthine years for a cadocous soul, I am not the victim, I am not the hangman
Universal ideas, traditions of mankind, a mile in my lips, the tears in my eyes
It's not a rite, this is death!
Copyright © 1991 by C.Matheu

WHEN GRAVITY ACTS

Man is lost, wasted time, rain is blurring the night of my life, doubt is crusing me,the will to live is as strong in a babe as in a dog, but I am so sick... I am so sick...
A blind stream lead by will, that's what life becomes there, the knowledgemaybe I never had is the torture of my painful rot while I hear a voice that says to me: "Don't worry, be happy"
Total inmobility, a flatland of shame, drunk with my sorrow, another atom in another world
Blood seeems strange, death awaits my decision, my loneliness, that gravity acts
Just a swiming remains when gravity acts
Copyright © 1992 by C.Matheu