Pincushion - Every Time I Die

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