Children of the Corn - Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble Of Shadows (永恒沉睡)

There's not a shred of beauty here

Residing in the human flesh

There's only sadness and confusion

And the stench of sh*t and death

In moments dull of self-pity

Of insufficiency and doubt

I catch myself black handed thief

Wishing that there'd be someone else

Sometimes ghosts are passing through

The mind both labyrinth and tomb

And yet its still unrivaled here

Because things aren't born

Only ideas

Are sleeping safely

Far beyond the horrors of decay

And they are sacred and immortal

Because they never have to fade

Thumbing at times half-heartedly

Through flipbooks of a lonely child

Old silent movies shake and flicker

In the dark theater between my thighs

Then countless are the handsome limbs

That wildly jump and hop

Soulless bodies unspecified

As they are numberless and cropped

When you close your tired eyes

Does he then join you in this place

Will he cross over share your dream

Or does he vanish on the doorstep

All to quickly disappear

Alas Reality is such a crippled whore

All mortal things are sick and rotten to the core

Only the mind a frail but kingly jewel

Gives birth to beauty love and truth

So why not stay and forever make a home

In the darkness of the only place

You never can belong

In a land sublime that some call fantasy

Our only hope of love

Or immortality

There's not a shred of beauty here

Residing in the human flesh

There's only sadness and confusion

And the stench of sh*t and death