The Artist's Decay

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