I am a grave maker you are all bleeding together
Your eyes, limbs, words
I cant be, I wont be your
A twisted pile of metal in my head
Im tied to your fascist mold
I cant be, wont be your god
You wanted a god? Well, heres your god
You wanted a god? Well, heres your god
Bent over bleeding
And my skin is crawling with leeches
From slumming theyre feeding off my name
Exiled from my mind to hide the faces inside
Ill drag you to hell with me
Ill drag you to hell
Ill drag you to hell
To hell with me
I am a casualty stripped of my cage
Extracting each vein to fit in
I cant be, I wont be your
Scratched from behind your pulling my nerves
From inside to cover your sins
Tear off my skin, make me bleed
I cant be, I wont be your god
You wanted a god? Well, heres your god
You wanted a god? Well, heres your god
Therefore, brethren, I call upon you, through the
Compassions and mercies of God, to present your bodies
A sacrifice living, sanctified, acceptable to God
-- your intelligent, spiritual service
I cant fix your human tragedy as Im your victim
I cant be the leash you want me to be when Im constricted
I wont be your god! I cant be your god! I wont be your god!
Im not your fucking god!
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
