Death-head Metamorphosis
What's it like to live in your skin
Fixated on this question
Every day when you walk in
I guess we'll both know soon
There's so many things I've been
But none of them have ever fit
Death-head metamorphosis
The price of my rebirth
The ache of my being
This shameful obelisk I call my home
A monument to all that I don't want to be
But I'll build my god
And revel in this holy chrysalis
But I have sinned, for I covet what I see
Please help me, I can't carry
The burden I've been given
You look strong enough to be of some assistance
It rubs the lotion on its skin
Or else it gets the hose again
It rubs the lotion on its skin
Or else it gets the hose again
(It gets the hose)
I can almost taste
The fruit of freedom
Gently incising
This chrysalis
I need more
I still need more
I will always
Need more
I will need more
I will get more
I will always
Need more
Be silent, sacrificial lamb
It rubs the lotion on its skin
It does this whenever it's told
Or it gets the hose
The ache of my being
This shameful obelisk I call my home
A monument to all that I don't want to be
But I've built my god
The beauty in this holy chrysalis
I am now complete
Would you fuck me
I'd fuck me
I covet what I see
Would you fuck me
I'd fuck me
I covet what I see
Would you fuck me
I'd fuck me
I covet what I see
Would you fuck me
I'd fuck me
Why don't you covet me
How does it feel to be so beautiful
Fixated on this question
Every day when you walk in
I guess we'll both know soon
There's so many things I've been
But none of them have ever fit
Death-head metamorphosis
The price of my rebirth
The ache of my being
This shameful obelisk I call my home
A monument to all that I don't want to be
But I'll build my god
And revel in this holy chrysalis
But I have sinned, for I covet what I see
Please help me, I can't carry
The burden I've been given
You look strong enough to be of some assistance
It rubs the lotion on its skin
Or else it gets the hose again
It rubs the lotion on its skin
Or else it gets the hose again
(It gets the hose)
I can almost taste
The fruit of freedom
Gently incising
This chrysalis
I need more
I still need more
I will always
Need more
I will need more
I will get more
I will always
Need more
Be silent, sacrificial lamb
It rubs the lotion on its skin
It does this whenever it's told
Or it gets the hose
The ache of my being
This shameful obelisk I call my home
A monument to all that I don't want to be
But I've built my god
The beauty in this holy chrysalis
I am now complete
Would you fuck me
I'd fuck me
I covet what I see
Would you fuck me
I'd fuck me
I covet what I see
Would you fuck me
I'd fuck me
I covet what I see
Would you fuck me
I'd fuck me
Why don't you covet me
How does it feel to be so beautiful
Credits
Writer(s): Tristan Gianelli
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