God, spare my heart. Your lover is dead. Your lover is bleeding. Your lover's limbs are hanging from a fucking hook. I hope you see, I hope you see her falling so you will realize this is all your fucking fault. Suffer the same fate (bleeding). Animalistic tendencies, cannibalistic fantasies, you are the Pygmalion of my fucking dreams. Cannibalistic tendencies, animalistic fantasies, you are the Pygmalion of my dreams. Is this the era of kings? All bodies led to suffering. And if your God is king, tell me who's wounds he's healing now. I will never fucking seize until my lungs are filled with her blood. I will never fall. Behold the new compositions of doctrine, they weren't made for a man like me. I am exempt from such documentation. My soul shall be set free and I will dream. Don't you fucking look away or it'll be your last glance, hold your breath for just a second more. Hold your eyes on the violence that consumes us as you wait by the back door. See your savior falling, another savior dying, you've come to see he brings no peace. I see them die in god damned righteous eyes. I want to see your saviors fall, the distant sons of man released. Searching for a savior, the next god we can praise. Running from the masses, hands over our hearts. We know what they do, we know not what we do. Searching for a god in media, searching a savior, the next god we can praise. A sense of belief. Hands over our hearts, looking for a god, searching for a savior, the next god we can praise. Blessesd pygmalion.
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