Lyrics

No longer just a witness Much more than a statistic Rein in the new aesthetic Blood-stain the perfect canvas Mother said I was the son of the morning Father said I was a son of a bitch I don't think that I'm your son at all, man Just an ever-present itch In the mind of a reputation Omnipresent revolution I am the goddess of my own fate And I'm here to give it all away Are you listening? Because I've started speaking Gonna rip off the heads of the martyrs Gonna flash all the non-believers Gonna tear apart the power structures Gonna spill my guts on strangers Gonna wave my big, black flag Tear out my heart and put it in a bag Throw it in the river, watch it get dragged To the bottom of the universe and never come back Loud movement, prying eyes My nightmare come to life I'm squirming, affirming Rebirthing, usurping Claws digging, mouth grinning Skin stretching... Free us from the confines of our flesh Choose wisely while you rot