Eight Pieces Lyrics

Don't hate me. I'm still the innocent, the lost and the one without a cause. Just let me wear your fruit as a mask to cover all the things I wish I were ashamed of. Monstrosity. The notorious icon they all stand in line to behold.

The bleeding suitcase contains an anti hero.
An ogre of lust ready to be released.

Teach them to share this catch I received.
So much beauty in decay, beyond the point of dust. Organic puzzle.
Eradicating notes of lament. The surreal silent paradox.

I'm alive. Persistent inside.
I'm alive by direction of my mind divine.
Eight pieces to survive.

The Mob sings. Calling my name. Calling me names. To them I am mucus.
So that shall be the truth.
I am not the only abomination.
When I die I'll be replaced by more. By many more.
I am the anti hero. An ogre of lust and I have been set free.