1. |
Alien
03:02
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the more i look
the more i see
the less i think
i look like me
poison in the mirror
no one looking back
alien creature
it's all i see
rotting in the mirror
nothing to attack
alien creature
creeps into me
all i see
i see all these faces
i'll never be
i see all these faces
they don't look like
body in the mirror
the man i'll never be
no mortal nature
not in 3D
see holy terror
not good in the light
oh but i promise
worse in the dark
all i see
i have all these faces
i'll never be
i see all these faces
they don't look like me
the more i look
the more i see
the less i think
i look like me
the less i think
i'll ever be
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2. |
Holy Wars
02:13
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this body
this body is a lie
a shape shifting beast
i'm a lesson
in human
fluidity
altered state
changed pieces
just don't make a man
they never will
who do you say i am?
a concept
you dressed up
i have no shadow
i have no shape
this body
this body is a lie
a shape shifting beast
a lesson
in human
fluidity
no set existence
here and
then gone
i have no shadow
i have no face
this body
this body is a lie
a shape shifting beast
a lesson
in human
fluidity
limbs charred black
caked
in ash
i have no shadow
i have no shape
i have no face
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3. |
Make The Cut
02:05
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i'm strung out
resting
on the panting jaws
of a blade
hot steel can swallow
me whole
am i standardized body?
carved from a knife's edge?
fresh cut and sculpted?
ready to be left for dead
i can tell
the knife's above me
i'm ready
to feel it slice
make the cut
i'm strung out
resting
on the panting jaws
of a blade
hot steel on cold flesh
ready
am i standardized body?
carved from a knife's edge?
fresh cut and sculpted?
ready to be left for dead
i can tell
the knife's above me
i'm ready
to feel it slice
make the cut
i'm strung out
resting
on the panting jaws
of a blade
hot steel
can swallow
me
whole
make the cut
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4. |
Graveyard
02:54
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can't think
don't get to form
my own identity
cut down to the marrow
drained white from
accommodating
your reality
am i a graveyard?
a walking ghost?
your spectacle?
you think that i
am more gone
than i am flesh
won't let you
sit in
comfortable silence
again
there's nothing left
cupped in stranger's hands
my dripping mortality
drink it up
drag your hands over
my marred flesh and
pick at my insecurities
am i a graveyard?
a walking ghost?
your spectacle?
you think that i
am more gone
than i am flesh
won't let you
sit in
comfortable silence
again
again
sad you think
my life
exists to entertain
i am the knife at your throat
i am the boot posed heavy on the curb
fuck your history teacher
i've never been a victim
i am the holy child
tear me apart
not in charge of
my own identity
brutalized
brain dead from
accommodating
your reality
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so it will be
with the resurrection
of death
the body
that is sewn
is perishable
is it raised imperishable
sewn in weakness
raised in power
all enemies under his feet
the last enemy to be destroyed is death
let us eat and drink
for tomorrow we die
your faith is vain
you are yet in your sins
oh grave where is thy victory?
oh death where is thy sting?
oh death where is thy sting?
so it will be
with the resurrection
of death
the body
that is sewn
is perishable
is it raised imperishable
sewn in weakness
raised in power
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Holy Child Washington, D.C.
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