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where the air hangs like the static of a dead end radio,
i`m waiting with a frozen pulse.
crawl into an empty womb, don`t raise these dead.
they`ve found their god in soil.
dry scab silhouette`s tell the secrets of sewn mouths,
my heart is a sore but even charred faces crack smiles.
mismanufactured.
screaming like some faulty machinery.
the overwhelming inefficiency of infants.
artificer stead me now you`ve sewn a machine.
you`ve birthed an abortion.
the corpse of god is love.
i`m rotting, and i`m not yet dead.
i`m the king of worms and i`ll have your head.
resurrected roadkill, blueprinted skin.
i swear i`ve never been here before.
everyone but me looks like they`ve seen a ghost.
all eyes fall on collapsing statues.
stop pointing. stop laughing.
there`s nothing to see here.
everybody try to relax.
everybody please remain calm.
(i`m not supposed to be here anyway)
divinity doesn`t show what the stables hold.
the scalpel proves my faith when he spits through his words.
we traitors share our strings.
we`re suffocating under makeshift skin.
pull out the thread, sew on a heart, make peace with dirt.

where the air hangs like the static of a dead end radio,
i`m waiting with a frozen pulse.
crawl into an empty womb, don`t raise these dead.
they`ve found their god in soil.
dry scab silhouette`s tell the secrets of sewn mouths,
my heart is a sore but even charred faces crack smiles.
mismanufactured.
screaming like some faulty machinery.
the overwhelming inefficiency of infants.
artificer stead me now you`ve sewn a machine.
you`ve birthed an abortion.
the corpse of god is love.
i`m rotting, and i`m not yet dead.
i`m the king of worms and i`ll have your head.
resurrected roadkill, blueprinted skin.
i swear i`ve never been here before.
everyone but me looks like they`ve seen a ghost.
all eyes fall on collapsing statues.
stop pointing. stop laughing.
there`s nothing to see here.
everybody try to relax.
everybody please remain calm.
(i`m not supposed to be here anyway)
divinity doesn`t show what the stables hold.
the scalpel proves my faith when he spits through his words.
we traitors share our strings.
we`re suffocating under makeshift skin.
pull out the thread, sew on a heart, make peace with dirt.

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