The Idome song lyrics from the album Blasticignorsticfahk
The Idome, the insatiable demon of my existence. Otherwise known as sexual desire. The Idome, a presence of greedy unrest. The inexorable fiend forever has and forever will haunt my every dream and my every awake. Each minute of every 86,400 minutes is spent at the end of a powerful leash ... a leash in the hand of this desire. It turns my eyes and beats my heart. It feeds me lies and bloods a part.
A fundamental end of life is to persist as life. An end that creates The Idome, who enslaves me into a means. Enslavement achieved by an obliteration of logic and an illusion of love. Lust at first sight, then comes love-possible, then goes all logical. To see every new face and body without concern of what ticks behind the eyes ... this is to be enslaved by The Idome.
Who wants what it has, never stops wanting what it is having; and thus, in reality, wants nothing at all ... but is itself wanted? The Idome. The end of life wants it and it does not want. The end of life has it and it has me. I don't need what I think I need, but I continually feed the unfeedable. The undefeatable. I am always driven by this tool of life. How frustrating it is to be a means to an end that has no end!
I write of this in hopes that I will find a way to enslave The Idome. To be the master of my own desire is my dream. I have spoken many times of a 'switch' I wish I possessed so I could turn off The Idome whenever I pleased. How much easier life would be if I didn't have to try and constantly ignore this dagger of desire in my side! I am always bleeding from this wound & yet always tending to it with metaphysical bandages of focus and anti-distraction cream. The Idome would tend to lead me to a love I do not want. A love based on physical attraction. This cloak of lust hides the true beauty I seek. Must a girl first pass through a physical attraction detector in order to be included in my conversation? The Idome would say 'Yes, most definitely.' I disagree with It here. However, I am its slave ... so I must succumb to its will or I will no longer be.
The Idome, the insatiable demon of my existence. Otherwise known as sexual desire. The Idome, a presence of greedy unrest. The inexorable fiend forever has and forever will haunt my every dream and my every awake. Each minute of every 86,400 minutes is spent at the end of a powerful leash ... a leash in the hand of this desire. It turns my eyes and beats my heart. It feeds me lies and bloods a part.
A fundamental end of life is to persist as life. An end that creates The Idome, who enslaves me into a means. Enslavement achieved by an obliteration of logic and an illusion of love. Lust at first sight, then comes love-possible, then goes all logical. To see every new face and body without concern of what ticks behind the eyes ... this is to be enslaved by The Idome.
Who wants what it has, never stops wanting what it is having; and thus, in reality, wants nothing at all ... but is itself wanted? The Idome. The end of life wants it and it does not want. The end of life has it and it has me. I don't need what I think I need, but I continually feed the unfeedable. The undefeatable. I am always driven by this tool of life. How frustrating it is to be a means to an end that has no end!
I write of this in hopes that I will find a way to enslave The Idome. To be the master of my own desire is my dream. I have spoken many times of a 'switch' I wish I possessed so I could turn off The Idome whenever I pleased. How much easier life would be if I didn't have to try and constantly ignore this dagger of desire in my side! I am always bleeding from this wound & yet always tending to it with metaphysical bandages of focus and anti-distraction cream. The Idome would tend to lead me to a love I do not want. A love based on physical attraction. This cloak of lust hides the true beauty I seek. Must a girl first pass through a physical attraction detector in order to be included in my conversation? The Idome would say 'Yes, most definitely.' I disagree with It here. However, I am its slave ... so I must succumb to its will or I will no longer be.