Not for Our Feet
(lyrics adapted from the lettersof antonin artaud to jacques riviere)<br/> <br/> "I suffer from a fearful mental disease<br/> my thoughts abandon me at every stage<br/> thus whenever I am able to grasp a form <br/> however imperfect I hold on to it<br/> <br/> there is one single thing <br/> which destroys my ideas<br/> something which does not stop me<br/> being what I migh<br/> but if I may express it thus <br/> leaves me in a state of suspense<br/> something furtive which robs me <br/> of the words I've found<br/> <br/> the star eats tilted sky <br/> begins its flight towards peaks<br/> night sweeps up the scraps <br/> of our gratifying meal<br/> <br/> how could we distinguish<br/> normal mechanisms<br/> if we were not <br/> temporarily deprived of them<br/> a consolation to those <br/> who experience death in small doses<br/> they are the only ones<br/> who know what life consists of."
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
my life is on fire <br/> everything is burning around me<br/> my life is on fire<br/> living in a land of tar<br/> <br/> I wander with skeletons<br/> I talk to skulls<br/> of course my skin is gone<br/> <br/> there is no sign of relief <br/> we're slaves to the sun<br/> when it finally goes black<br/> my smile grows unseen<br/> <br/> land of tar<br/> skies of ash<br/> streets are molten<br/> with no past
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
I have never met him <br/> he has never came to me<br/> touched my flesh<br/> spoken unto me<br/> <br/> pictures show his flesh his body<br/> eating limbs politely conversing<br/> <br/> the people he chooses <br/> to meet with seem inspired<br/> his words must be powerful<br/> <br/> if he ever comes to me<br/> with a favor I will accept
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
frightening clouds might take my body<br/> leave it convulsing a few times over<br/> or cover my mouth with my own had<br/> <br/> madness is a deep sea<br/> I've waded in no too deep<br/> at its bottom I'll end up <br/> with absinthe spoon and sugar cubes<br/> <br/> clouds are only illusions of the mind<br/> from close up they dissipate<br/> but from afar they're heavenly bodies<br/> a forbidden place not for our feet<br/> <br/> a universe of forbidden thoughts <br/> never to be formed as words <br/> can make clouds constellations<br/> in the back of our minds<br/> <br/> the pact between mind and body<br/> is broken when madness develops<br/> the body might run wild<br/> into the mist of such clouds<br/> <br/> pen and sword are equivalent<br/> each as sharp when turned inwards<br/> each as dull to this world
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Without hate<br/> pulled back taught<br/> Bleeding from its roots<br/> about to tear away<br/> <br/> Without blades <br/> carved from<br/> pitch black<br/> obsidian<br/> <br/> Without the sound<br/> of polished stone<br/> Scraping against<br/> smooth stone<br/> <br/> Without that clump <br/> of skin bleeding <br/> Dangling nerves<br/> and exposing surfaces<br/> <br/> Without the look up<br/> after the kill<br/> and scream<br/> like an animal<br/> <br/> Without it<br/> we have nothing
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
get stuck in a loop<br/> burn yourself<br/> burn yourself<br/> in effigy <br/> <br/> rotten<br/> weeds a feast<br/> for flames to eat<br/> <br/> meet yourself<br/> meet yourself<br/> in effigy<br/> <br/> retold <br/> again and again<br/> sacrifice <br/> it never ends<br/> <br/> watch the lines <br/> in your had <br/> break and change <br/> in effigy
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
buried under snow<br/> our lives may slow <br/> it is strange <br/> the colors we turn<br/> <br/> the once found<br/> a man still alive<br/> sleeping in the snow<br/> when they woke him <br/> he begged, "leave me here."<br/> <br/> what you find <br/> is not yours<br/> touch it and<br/> it may spoil<br/> <br/> snow is silver at dusk<br/> snow is gold at dawn<br/> you were red at dusk <br/> now completely blue
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
I'm being carried in red velvet<br/> I can't tell that I'm bleeding<br/> anti-stigmata inflicted wounds<br/> from my body their power blooms<br/> <br/> just put me down get it off me<br/> welcome all hungry things of the night<br/> <br/> white velvet this great expanse<br/> white velvet these faceless ants<br/> white velvet for some no chance<br/> white velvet to free their hands<br/> <br/> except these people<br/> except my carriers
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
kill the one who walks in our way<br/> knowing we would come through recklessly<br/> leave the body in the streets<br/> he is not a victim but an example<br/> <br/> old bodies are crystal clear<br/> I can see right through <br/> but me I'm a headache<br/> I'm a glaring blinding shape<br/> <br/> using life backwards<br/> and straight into the air
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026