The Artist's Decay - Eye of the Enemy

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