Perseverance - The Brustian Solution lyrics

[Music and lyrics by Gareth Sansom] Stark naked, cold, and in inglorious entire As an open wound upon the concept flesh of humanity I now submit my will to body Forgivenesses as far beyond my grasp As were near the ironic values of those delusions Which once claimed day's hours, and fought the warmth from starless nights Ever more often now to prevail A warmth that would otherwise attest salvation as still within my reach Amidst literatures, which once too offered solace From an otherwise cruel and oft surreal affliction Tomes now cold to the touch, and which yield naught Save for distant, confusing familiarities Which belong only to a simpler man, and thats image persists As much so as the sickly scent of that cosmetic bouquet From which every fairer manifest s** I would pa** about my musings And upon my journey into murderous disposition lingers I sit and give power to this epiphany; All interpretation is nothing but masturbation As many words would colour as countless truths would tear asunder Every monument a satire for reckless self-deception This world and Earth and all, a curse in shades of colourlessness left behind So then, I here succumb to lusts attraction And undertake to task those plans in motion That I decide by force for satisfaction And swear to close this monster's evolution Affections, few and dilute as they lingered Not ever I these truths will have rescinded No virtue holds against this dark ablution Anon arrives the 'Brustian Solution' Aye, there is a dawning knowledge, after all And a savior defined in this uncomfortable discovery; 'Self is commandment, without the clay And all sensation as sacred as that moment in which it is taken' No document could hope to attain those lofty heights To which this rebel's ego might still soar If nothing more is learnt than this; I now clearly see That the answer which for so long proved elusive Was only so for fear of castigation Was I for so long the incarnation of abstention.. So then, I here succumb to lusts attraction And undertake to task those plans in motion That I decide by force for satisfaction And swear to close this monster's evolution Affections, few and dilute as they lingered Not ever I these truths will have rescinded No virtue held against this dark ablution With dawn arrives the 'Brustian Solution'