Lydia Lunch - Archives of Blood lyrics

History draws its substance from the archives of blood Your blood We're all gatecrashers to the apocalypse We're all the gravediggers of the future Each generation raises monuments To the executioners which have preceded it Man is just a prisoner of pathological drives Uncontrollable compulsions morbid vertigo An animal with retarded desires Waiting for revelation by stupor To fill that luminous absence To heal the scars on the psychic fabric Using auto intoxication where The leeching of cyphers s**ing on your void The void The dream of pain Which has not yet come true