Backstroke into the void
Anti-matter slipping through fingers
To the center of a flower
Lives some kind of Jinn
Cleaning up pools of bloody milk and carcinogens
Lingering long after the birth of a god
Celestial decay
In the name of catharsis
The Tiger never turned human
Instead lies around all day
Nursing its wounds
Gnawing the hardened peel of shed skin
That once cradled a desire to see the world unravelling
While no one was looking
I stole the altar money
Raised my palms up to discord in equal exchange
Stared into the sun till my eyes went blank
Sucked out the stain till there was nothing left
In a return to unbecoming
Mould the clay
Pick a name
Poke some holes
Said, "Be alive"
The sublime stares back with Its tongue dripping out
The sublime stares back with Its tongue dripping out
The sublime stares back with Its tongue dripping out
The sublime stares back with Its tongue dripping out
I'm tryna get up again
Please don't make me see it
You're making it hard for me
Tryna get up again
I'm tryna get up again
Please don't make me see it
You're making it hard for me
Now I'm tryna get up again