Extraction from O'mindiary

When I was younger (a naive christian
with thoughts like melting sugar)
my fingers were attacked by
nails and I could hear the voice of
catharsis:_end_of_organisms:_absolute_purification_of_sins


trollfan

Ta mig över brinnande vatten
Låt snön smälta i handen
Fångad av starkaste nät
Sanden står torr och het

Det tisslar och tasslar
Lyssna - Löven prasslar

meters_final_(accelerate)


tears_have_no_name

Under the dark sky we stand
Under heavy rain we walk
Your hand in mine, my eyes in tears
Here where heaven is forgiven
Here where tears have no name

[Chorus:]

the_black_vagabond_and_the_swan_of_two_heads

Still the fields are in motion
Not as pictures but as time
Hunting the white plague
In the absence of my body

I watch myself drown
in the blue aura
Of m

amnesia:_planet_dead


aquarium_of_children_ _ajatusten_merenpinta

Like stones in silence I stand
As I draw circles in the sand
Naked under blue glass
Drowned I watch children dance

In a mind of an echo

(I know that I

september_(när_hjärtat_blöder)


debris:_the_magenta_harvest:_liquid_flesh


of_devlish_tongues

Night swells to distant spheres
Silent throat of unholy times
The withering wind deep down here
Flesh of the gods bleeding as light

Here in the environs of heaven
mechanic_hippie

What are these penetrating colors
Of this soundscaping noisefloor?
Is this the old empty future
or the black eletric nature?

Colors circulate inside of O
Ambi

silhouette:_in_white_rooms:_vacant_bodies


aphid_devil_flower:_fruits_of_lunacy


postfuturistika

Opulent kinetic sculptures
Visualized voices in motion
Plastic puppet pictures
Audial dances distortion

Dead stars, dead stars
Oh yes we are dead stars inward