obZen
Tomas Haake
A state of perfection, immersed in filth
Equilibrium obtained
Pure in devotion to all things unwell
This sweet zen of our ill condition sustained
A new belief-system
Salvation found in vomit and blood
Where deprivation, lies
Corruption, war and pain is God
Balance
Harmony found in the sickly, the vile
Unflinching eyes, joyous and gleeming
Intense in their need to watch things die
A new belief-system
Salvation found in vomit and blood
Where deprivation, lies
Corruption, war and pain is God
Decay, disgrace, disgust - our state of zen
The grime of contempt and degeneration
Sticky, foul and pungent
- The sediment of our creation
We flourish in this bloodred soil