Lost in translation
In transmutation, your effigy is born
Under the guise of forgiveness, you turn your cheek to a world you've torn
And in retribution, your act of saving grace
Do you truly feel repentance, or is this your act of saving face?
She stretches past the point of no return
Like polyester laying flat upon my stomach
How she clings across my skin!
I wear her loose around me like a veil of good intentions,
Knowing well her touch would likely kill me in the end,
Driving nails into my hands.
And what I'm trying to reach is something you would never preach
Your arrogance and my resentment coincide
But it's every man for himself, yearning for fratricide
Your stubbornness will kill us all
But you'll rise to deliverance, while we fall
Bleeding out, only to be fed by your mouth
The things that bleed from me
Unborn effigy
Every shout at the sky for assurance was only met with you resting
So I regurgitated everything holy, because I couldn't digest my blessings
