Televangelist

My heart is gonna eat itself
 
 I don't need anybody's help
 It's just me, the vacant and nobody else
 
 At least that's what I tell myself
 I'm an amputee, with a phantom touch
 Leaning on an invisible crutch
 Pinned to the mattress like an insect to styrofoam
 Calling out from my bedroom alone
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 I know what's in my cannibal chest
 That's been dug out like a strip mine 'til there's nothing left
 Hold the chorus in between my ears until I go deaf
 That remind me exactly what I am every chance they get
 Am I a masochist?
 Screaming televangelist
 Clutching my crucifix
 Of white noise and static
 All my prayers and just apologies
 Hold out a flare until you come for me
 Do I turn into light if I burn alive?
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 If I burn alive