The Lapse - This Is Not The Pure Aesthetic Lyrics
When you slice the neckthe heart keeps pumpingand the blood flies everywhere,it covers the face And if you’re in the jungle the mosquitoes swarm downand cover the face.And if you’re surrounded by smokeuse a knife more than the gunand the more you killthe more materialize out of the darkthe grey dark.In a vacuum like a videogame,and the more you kill the further away you move.Those are plastic mosquitoesand well-practiced screams.My children live on TV-screens and bars,and all the action is wasted, wasted, pointless, all alone.Empty removes from emptiness.The pure aesthetic is magic, and magic is a pseudo illusionof getting something from nothing.