Thing Lyrics - Divina Enema

(But first the notion that man has a body 

distinct from his soul is to be expunged; 

this I shall do by printing in the infernal 

method, by corrosives, which in Hell are 

salutary and medicinal, melting apparent 

surfaces away, and displaying infinite which 

was hid. Messiah or Satan or Tempter was 

formerly thought to be one of the Antediluvians 

who are our Energies.) 

Is it true what they say: 

"If the sky falls we shall catch the larks?" 

As you'll see if the sky falls 

We shall catch no pretty larks 

If it will have done, my dearest 

We shall catch some evil demons 

They'll be biting our fingers, 

They will have devoured the earth 

If you'll have invited them 

You shall not be disappointed. 

And what have you preferred to toll 

Though there is nothing left at all... 

Needs must when the devil drives - 

There's no need to fear or cry 

Night has come and day had gone 

Having led chaos to enthrone 

Try to save your soul and head. 

Meet the omens of THE END! 

BUT... 

For evermore the first and foremost 

SELF COMES FIRST 

If you really want to watch all the omens of that end 

Don't complain then - try to hold future troubles in your hand 

Even if tomorrow's cares shall fit you like a glove 

Anyway I wash my hands off - 

SELF COMES FIRST - 

Goodnight, good luck. 

Don't you care about existence: 

GOD will take it for HIS own. 

Only Devil keeps your body: 

GOD will kill it. 

Oh! 

Don't you pray of this to your GOD? - 

Wait for so-called judgement-day. 

Don't you care about your body? 

Don't you care about its way? - 

Only Satan saves its life 

Death won't come into your house 

Whilst you stay in Satan's town 

You won't die - 

You'll never die 

While you're standing upside-down 

If you'd been slave of desire - 

You became the Devil's child 

Stay alive among the fire - 

Self comes first... 

Burn, cry... 

Goodnight. 

OH NO, NOW I HAVE KNOWN - 

I AM A THING AND NOTHING MORE. 

I HAVE LOST MY KEY 

HAVING CLOSED MY DOOR TO MY LORE - 

I WON'T TAKE IT ANYMORE. 

My body doesn't have a name, 

(Nobody does know it anyway) 

I do think of chance that I could get: 

"Who does need the useless one like that?" 

Nobody does know my misery. 

They say:"Nobody's interested in my fate!" 

How many fools also lost their key yet? 

And that's why they'll come here later than I will! 

They always come too late - 

I have to leave these gates 

Unless they'll have returned 

I'll waste my hate no more. 

I am the THING on the endless shelf of life, 

The nameless one among the countless names 

I am the THING that does try to survive 

Amongst the devil's court - 

That's why I belong to him - 

I am his THING. 

Why do you think you aren't a THING? - 

Then you cannot see the wood for the trees... 

Do not you understand we are THINGS in a hand? 

We can't see a GOD while we're down on our knees... 

WELL! - I am just a THING and a THING that's useless 

WELL! - I am just a THING in a Devil's hand 

WELL! - I am the silent shadow in a Lucifer's looking glass 

WELL! - I am just a THING that you won't be able to understand. 

No way to mind - that's only reason why I'm silly slave - 

I am not a worm, I am a THING in a darkest cave 

Ain't no fallen one that does try to save one's creepy-crawly ugly life. 

I am the THING that's never going to die! 

Why didn't you think us to be a THING? 

You know - you could see the wood for the trees 

Do not you understand - we are THINGS in a hand - 

We can't see a GOD while we're down on our knees 

Do not pass by my place 

Mistress of the chaos: 

Take me down from my shelf, 

Try to see, 

Try to guess 

Which way shall I go, 

Which road shall I ride, 

Though I will have stayed there 

Where I had been before... 

You are poor mortal whore! 

We shall go side by side 

When we're met face by face... 

Try to distress me. - 

Are you trying to guess? 

You are also a THING! 

Babylon whore, 

Sweet mistress of the chaos, 

Didn't you guess 

Who I am, 

Who you are: 

We are one and the same - 

We do play hidden game 

"FIND THE THING - FIND NO ONE" - 

And your quest will be done. 

Sweet mistress you'll have gone 

I am not a drunken swine 

That used to lick up last drop of wine 

I won't change the mind of mine - 

I'm the THING that's never going to die 

If you can't believe in peace 

Call your Devil: 666 

That is catching sick-sick-sickness 

In our cheap existence: 

I think having lost the key 

The others could not get in 

And they'll be staying outside 

Until they're going to die. 

I have opened secret door: 

We are A THING and nothing more 

We've been put by... and not arrived, 

We do become almighty sacral pride 

Of our taker, 

Almighty maker, 

Our creator, 

Our tormentor, 

Our offender, 

Our defender - 

WE ARE A THING.