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Why don't you take a seat?
While I prostrate myself before the triune God
Of sex, war, and wealth
In a prisoner exchange with what's left of myself
Between the prophetic and the maniacally insane
Is this my divine tragedy?
For the love from you, I'd
Immolate myself before my tribe
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So smash that bell, ring it loud
Your public endorsement of my hubris-you're one of us now
Take the pledge, your manifest failings tethered with me to the brackish remains
Is this my divine tragedy?
For the love from you, I'd
Immolate myself before my tribe
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When the cameras cut and the lights fade, what's left in the dark?
Perfumed in ambergris, what hearse will it be?
Prayers to you, Fedallah
Careening towards a grave injustice
Applauding it as a worthy dream
We are all sunken ships, mired in our own fantasy
And from the wreckage floats to the surface, these
Hopeless, stupid fucking sayings like "authenticity is key!"
And "Good vibes only!"
"Find your tribe!"
Watch me burn
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Watch me drown
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Watch me rise
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Why don't you take a seat?
While I prostrate myself before the triune God
Of sex, war, and wealth
In a prisoner exchange with what's left of myself
Between the prophetic and the maniacally insane
Is this my divine tragedy?
For the love from you, I'd
Immolate myself before my tribe
Click to like and subscribe
Leave your thoughts and comments in the section below
So smash that bell, ring it loud
Your public endorsement of my hubris-you're one of us now
Take the pledge, your manifest failings tethered with me to the brackish remains
Is this my divine tragedy?
For the love from you, I'd
Immolate myself before my tribe
Click to like and subscribe
When the cameras cut and the lights fade, what's left in the dark?
Perfumed in ambergris, what hearse will it be?
Prayers to you, Fedallah
Careening towards a grave injustice
Applauding it as a worthy dream
We are all sunken ships, mired in our own fantasy
And from the wreckage floats to the surface, these
Hopeless, stupid fucking sayings like "authenticity is key!"
And "Good vibes only!"
"Find your tribe!"
Watch me burn
Click to like and subscribe
Watch me drown
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Watch me rise
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Writer(s): John Forrestal
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