I’m covered in clay
and the fat of the land
there are more of my kind
the brothers of
arsenic, and ricin, and wine
pearls are before me
and the silk is above
and the pricks are right behind
I’m pissing on a rose
that is prettier than
the faces of god
I’m fucking a saint
and I’m wiping my
dick on the altar cloth
I’m setting fire to the daughters of the world
I’ve poisoned the bloodline of the sons of creation
there is rape in my eyes
and light in my skull
I am fucking a rose
that is prettier
than the flowers of eden
I am pissing on
the knife wounds
in the sky
as the sun collapses
I’ll hold its hands
I’m covered in clay
and the fat of the land
Chorus
I am the sun
and the rain
and the seed
there’s nowhere to hide
and nowhere to run to
and no time to flee
I am me x 3
I am free x 2
I am me x 3
I am free x 4
I am eating the meat of disgrace
I am carving a sneer in the meat of my face
I am born to the world
through a wound in desire
I am born to the cities on a wind of despair
I am born to the women on a tide of tears
I am born to the men in a winter of fears
I am born to the children in a summer of hate
I am born to the mouth of the night
In a basket of reeds
down the tongue of the river
to the gift of my mother
which is death wrapped up in desire
I was born to the world
to pass water on the gift of the fire
Chorus
I am crushing a rose that’s the heart of the father
who was the light and the word of the people
who raised up his hand to the world
and never wept at the sight of the slaughter
when he dies I’ll be holding his hands
I’ll be covered in clay and the fat of the land
surrounded by the stars and the swords
that are the number of seven
And I’ll piss on a rose that is prettier
than the faces of god
and the true name of heaven
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