The holes in your hands,
And the blood on your brow,
They mean nothing,
At all.
Supreme masochist.
All the feet that you kissed,
It changed nothing,
At all
When we come, we drink,
we form, we hate,
we doubt, we call,
We become
When we cry, we walk,
we serve, we feel,
we write, we feed,
We become
When we end, we turn,
we have, we see,
we start, we need,
We become
When we stumble, produce,
diminish, compete,
abandon, unlock
We become
In the cold, in the dark,
In the pain, in the scars,
When alone with what’s ours
We become
In the cold, in the dark,
When it all falls apart
Alone with our holes
We become
And I’ll stab my eyes in the sight of my god.
And I’ll flay my skin in the sight of my god.
And I’ll burn my hair in the sight of my god.
And I’ll break my fingers in the sight of my god.
credits
from Canton,
released April 5, 2012
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