Testo di 'Dread' di Lydia Lunch

dread
that subterranean world
where one awakes from dread to dread
sleep does not put an end to dread
it's as if dread is both day and night
in a mobile disaster
which allows everything to remain twisted
in an endless twilight
perpetual limbo
where every somnambulant second
is plagued by that nightmarish preoccupation
of one's own fears
fears made much too real
this close to the millennium
that final countdown to our own extinction
plundered into a reality from which one will never return
plundered into that shattered dreamscape
of purgatory of paranoia, pestilence, petulance
word becomes increasingly difficult to segregate
good from evil
living from the living dead
bleak panorama where not even death
not even death
offers release
for what you wrought will come back to haunt
and haunt it does
what if death picks up where life left off
what if death picks up where life left off
death picks up where life left off
an endless barrage of unbearable obstacles
a god forsaken terrain
where lost souls find even less mercy
no mercy
and are still forced to reconcile
with what was left undone
as if the struggle never ends
the struggle never ends
as if there is not now or ever peace
peace being foreign to our nature
the nature of the beast