We tire of prophets
We tire of liars
We thirst for the needles, the pricks and the spires
I will slice myself open and scream Juliet
I will bring you the h**l that you'll never forget
And I'm selling my soul just to break through the mold
For the tiresome puppets have treasures to hold
And I'm killing for killing
And I'm living for nothing
I have opened my ears to the sound of the gutting
Like a fresh fish from sea, first I'm blue now I'm black
Then I'm black and I'm blue and I'll never go back
I will scream for the air that is filling my lungs
As the water escapes and my bloated skin slungs
Itself into a smile, and it might take awhile
But the life once was in me will begin tile
The floors of the shrine that is built on my life
And I'll throw myself onto the gaze of the knife
The knife, all this bleeding and screaming's the same
Oh my rifle, my rifle, I'll trust in your aim
I need your ascension in revealing my name
To the world, on a string, on the bind of a book
Tags: