Fuck, the scent of chlorine cannot mask
The stink of boiling trash
Morale codes are bent and meant to surpass
In Potemkian villages on the verge of collapse
I have a tongue, I have a name, I have a face
I am not a number
I have two feet to walk this world in my own pace
I am not a number
Don't tell me about God
And saving my soul
'Cause you have lent your hands
To help dig this hole
Keeping these streets
At a steady pulse
With your simulated prayers
And your backwards cult
Afraid, afraid
Be very afraid
For I am the devil
If you are saint
Letting the old mourn
And the youth is free to hunt
Waiting for the newborn
Like a wolf feasting off a mother's cunt
If Jesus descended from heaven
Wearing golden shoes
You'd fall on your knees
And steel them when he's not looking at you
Greed is in the air
And on your finger tips
In a state of disrepair
You're stealing fucking bricks
Babel has fallen and you will, too
Repercussions will follow soon
You come and look me in the eye
I'm not canonfutter
You call this "home"
I call it "gutter"
Categorized, numbered and presented on a shelf
I'm terribly sorry,
But that's just not the way I see myself
I have a tongue, I have a name, I have a face
I am not a number
I have two feet, walk this world in my own pace
I am not a number
credits
from The Bite,
released October 25, 2014
All music by Reset, Reflect
Recorded and mixed by Max Bungart
Mastered by WIlliam Putney
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