Panoptikon - Diamanda Galas

I have become a stranger to my own needs

amd desires

I look and see things that are not there

And 1 ask myself

And I ask And I ask And I ask And I ask

I say: What is my name?

What is my name?

What is my name?

What is my name?

What is my…

W hat is your name, darling

«W hat is your name, angel

What is your name, honey

What is your name, baby

What is your name, baby

What is your name, baby

Your name is that of a condemned man

Your name is that of a condemned man

You have no name

We both had knives high school education

I WILL NOT BE SEDATED

I WILL NOT BE SEDATED

I WILL NOT BE SEDATED

I WILL NOT BE SEDATED

I stuck a knife into his heart and he pleaded

with me, and it felt like making love to him.

A prisoner cannot be subdued even with a knife at throat.

That is why at this time he is a

prisoner.

It is the essence of being a prisoner

today he cannot be subdued, only

murdered.

I WILL NOT BE SEDATED

I WILL NOT BE SEDATED

I WILL NOT BE SEDATED

I WILL NOT BE SEDATED

He cannot be subdued, only murdered

He cannot be subdued, only murdered

He cannot be subdued, only murdered

He cannot be subdued, only murdered

You know, murderers got to pay I say,

KILL EM in vein

KILL EM in vein.

Kill him in vein.

I CALL YOU,

Can we know the truth at last?

I CALL YOU,

Do you send me dead flowers?

I call you,

Do you know me now at last?

I call you,

Do you know my father’s name?

I CALL YOU,

Before the first breath of angels?

I call you,

Can’t I make my peace at last?

Coddesses before mercy and old age.

Take this child up the ladders to the storm.

Shave from her soul his reptilian grace

And send her to a death beyond temptation

How I wish this would all end.

How I wish I could walk free in this world

And could find my life again,

And see and do things that other people do.

I don’t see how that would be possible right now, though

Too much has happened

For too long

To me.

But you know

YOU KNOW:

We insects, have learned how to see in the dark.

We have committed to memory the palace of despair,

And what we see now are

Angels!

Angels!

Angels!

Angels!

Angels!

Dark night, make my bed.