Misery was never good enough for me.
Dreaming of light turned to dust.
We've been walking.
We've been hiding.
In the shadows of perception,
Beyond the retinas,
And hidden in the corners of your eyes.
Oh, you heathen.
The voices of the catatonics
Screaming redemption.
And hell to pay.
Light the fuse on the rope from which they hang me.
I painted this target on myself.
To guide the bullets and views.
Look at me.
In these stretched out arms,
I carved "I am the mjku, the one and only."
I am the Christ, I am the God.
Let the sun shine through me.
Light born bright the holes riddled across me.
And with my brains painted back against the wall,
This is salvation that they insult and maul.
On these wrists are the ends of days.
Cut these; the trigger,
To light the bombs,
God's eyes burning alive.
Tonight, in me, all dies.