The Artist's Decay Lyrics

I've tasted love before
but never in service of scabbing a cheek,
and I've purged my flaws
by drinking the genes of the meek.

Tear away, melt away
bulwarks of reinforced distaste.
Lay prostrate, suffocate,
choke on the causal remains
of a wolf made deranged.

Never unheard, always the first on the scene.
Extant from the herd, sheltered by propriety.
(I've tasted love before
but never in service of scabbing a cheek.
And I've purged my flaws
by drinking the genes of the meek)

Protest
process.
Protect progress, it's a warning.

Moses blooms undue.
You'll either consume or undo.
It's love in the age of dismay
born of the artist's decay.

I've tasted mud before
You tricked me, you waited until I was weak
and force fed me the floor
with your boots, behind my teeth.

You listen to me, to what I reveal:
Truth is a concept that God can repeal

I AM A GOD
I AM YOUR GOD
I AM ELATION UNFOLDED
ANGER BEHELD
SADNESS
REVULSION
LOVE
HUMAN EVOLVED

Protest
process.
Protect progress, it's a warning.

Moses blooms undue.
You'll either consume or undo.
It's love in the age of dismay
born of the artist's decay.

Never say nothing's changed,
I am the reason that seasons leave lesions on oceans and seas.

Nothing ventured, apoplectic.
Wise to tie your failure to providence
bitch.

Nothing gained, apathetic.
Just happy to salt the soil.

My machines need oil.

My machines need oil,
get grinding grief.
My machines need oil,
dredge up what's kept beneath.

My machines need oil.