Society put me together
with pieces of hearts and parts of brains
this dead flesh is not really me
the scars might heal, but pain remains
(Disassembled)
you can tear me limb from limb
rip apart my heart within
the fire is lit, even though it's dim
for your sins, I live again
(Reassembled)
build me with artistic hands
burn me with no passive brands
I am more than just a man
only darkness understands...
(Organs)
build me with more thought this time
give me the eyes of Nostradamus
the fist of Charles bukowski
give me the heart of Dylan thomas
(the monster is complete)
not a form to stand and admire
what's to admire lives inside
now too strong to burn with fire
it's alive! run and hide!
(It walks this earth)
for many years, man has hid
from what they do and what they did
this monster is all you get
you're the ones I have come to rid
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
Society put me together
with pieces of hearts and parts of brains
this dead flesh is not really me
the scars might heal, but pain remains
(Disassembled)
you can tear me limb from limb
rip apart my heart within
the fire is lit, even though it's dim
for your sins, I live again
(Reassembled)
build me with artistic hands
burn me with no passive brands
I am more than just a man
only darkness understands...
(Organs)
build me with more thought this time
give me the eyes of Nostradamus
the fist of Charles bukowski
give me the heart of Dylan thomas
(the monster is complete)
not a form to stand and admire
what's to admire lives inside
now too strong to burn with fire
it's alive! run and hide!
(It walks this earth)
for many years, man has hid
from what they do and what they did
this monster is all you get
you're the ones I have come to rid
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