Νόμος της Στάχτης (Prod. Cystic) from Habitus EP by Defteri Fysi // Δεύτερη Φύση

TRANSLATION

Title: Law of the Ash

Bones:
26 years of combustion, non-stop,
to see how much fire will cross over the body I inhabit
to leave its mark burning hot
the iron of my nature is disgusting
as a slave to make me carry it in shame
and my beginning is a black stigma, so in the next lives I can recall it effortlessly
I am the ash in the modern era
recycled magic from the merciless witch hunts
a law that is a curse on mortals
scales tilt heavy by the cigarretes of the bourgeois
as their venting is put out
every smoke another forecast
every death another intention
and an addition on the pile I gather to hide the despair
I am mirrored often in every sentence, since
my chemical substance as an atom would disperse everywhere without the poison
and with a blow, a wind of rekindling
against this sterile age, the guilty pleasure that you take
in the sculpture of consummation,
and it's a thick source of our survival
the only proof of our adult existence
you should know, without annotations in the layout,
you can't bring a map into the light
the law is a knot, an institution until it's broken
and my fear as a gravestone being placed before its forgotten

Ksorki:
Problematic since birth
With rage in my eyes and an upside down crown, I reproduce
The panic that so many of the world’s children lived through
Like an everlasting crux that freezes the blood
Of those who want to believe that they’ve got it all sorted-
Sabotage on the docks- demented scriptures
Never decorated because everything I write was first carved in my flesh
And appeared in public later, like sacred anaglyphs
Lost and hidden for years, engraved for an unknown ritual
Symbolic signs, in their totality much deeper than anything the paper can hold
And they mean so much to me that I don’t care if they impress you
An uncontainable force- when my inspiration unfurls
It’s like the skies open to drop acid rain
Like an axe that scrapes at the State’s wound
And I am dedicated to bringing the end to all authorities
Shut behind the wall of grey, I fill with rage with the things that I see
Disseminate a reversed ethics-
The walls close their ears when I start whispering
I leave behind footsteps from the swamps where I tried to murder my memories
And when I expire
The writing on the wall will tell you to look for me in the dark

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