The shape of rage Twisted, angered geometry Contorting flesh Changing my anatomy
Take away This healthy human form And replace it With broken, mismatched bones
My blood flows for its life Muscles tighten, my skin is dry Breathe the air that keeps it growing Surrender flesh so it can mold me
The shape of rage Growing, disabling Mark the host and Survey the territory
Architecture of a Violent history Embodied in flesh And ripping internally
Contusions mark my once soft skin Shapes once perfect now disfigured Unfamiliar to friends and family Unwanted by those around me
I fear something Inside of me What can it be? Revolutions; the spreading of disease
An open body Abjection A subject caught With organs and with signs Take them out And rearrange them A corporal drift Corrupted, deconstructed
I'm not in control Of this body It has taken me hostage I'm carrying my own, my own death sentence
The shape of rage Twisted, angered geometry Contorting flesh Changing my anatomy
Take away This healthy human form And replace it With broken, mismatched bones
My blood flows for its life Muscles tighten, my skin is dry Breathe the air that keeps it growing Surrender flesh so it can mold meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
