Shame marries the guilt
Introduces itself to the
Concept of total loneliness
Sensations repressed
Make friends with
Suicidia and
Here the leeches begin to
Suck away the lust for life

Thus
Escape takes lead
Into a world unknown uncontrolled by all
Where border are erased and potential infinite
Chosen cells glands and transmitters
Blast the body with joy
Astral feet running
Up to dimension covered with gold
Stairs of glowing ectoplasm
Sapphire onyx and buzzing vibrations
A dead man banquet
Food for the gods

There's only 1 real world
Our earth is but a shadow
Created from a child's heart a living jewel
From now on abode for a soul in its setting

Now
Shutting the bloodline
Re-tie the bleeding roots
To a heavenly ship of glass
And let it drift in passive arrogance
In a one-word dialogue with the stars


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Food for the Gods Lyrics as written by Bjoern Ingvar Gelotte Anders Par Friden

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    This world (reality) sux. Yay for the first verse.

    Likely the new world that the author escapes into is created by drugs. I'm surprised that no one has posted that already. The drugs affect certain cells, glands, neurotransmitters. Joy indicates euphoria, the rest seems to be about a drug that induces hallucinations. Must be a good trip.

    Can't ignore that it's his chosen method of suicide. Overdosing--this "food for the gods" can also kill ("dead men's banquet"). Eat up and leave reality forever.

    I might be biased :P I'm bipolar nos, I have had no true hypomania episodes (they don't last for the minimum length of time specified by the DSM), instead it's mostly major depression with dysthymia in between with occasional bouts of extremely agitated anxiety not lasting even 24 hours. I was obsessed about the suffering in this world. When I wasn't emotionally detached and apathetic, my empathy went to the homeless of all species, the harsh existence of wildlife, those abused by their own families in our society, the ones tormented by painful disease, inhabitants of war-torn areas, victims of institutionalized torture such as factory farming and slaughterhouses, etc. I also viewed myself as deeply flawed, and felt constant guilt about being alive in comfortable surroundings and not doing enough to alleviate the misery of the less fortunate. There were times when I wasn't quite completely anhedonic but pleasures didn't seem to matter, I had no interest in them. At my most dysphoric I found solace in hydrocodone. Sometime last year I found that dextromethorphan altered my thinking in ways that felt profound, had many interesting effects (including mild visual hallucinations and close eye visuals), and even let me feel love for others beyond the seconds-long bursts of affection that were all I had for a few years. I looked forward to getting high off dxm; for once I had an activity that had an impact on me, something I enthusiastically planned for the future. Now that I self-medicate daily with tramadol, I'm a lot more stable for the duration I'm under its effects, and I only use dxm when tramadol doesn't work well (NMDA antagonists are great for reversing opioid tolerance). There are a lot of things I might like to try someday, including salvia, DMT, and shrooms. Dxm doesn't give nearly as much of a total trip as those from what I hear. And when I die, I'd like to do so happy as can be and lost in a wonderful new world from opiates and cocaine.

    Weatherlighton March 22, 2007   Link

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