everybody got a story to tell, everybody got their frauds to sell.
as im covered in wounds i jump into salt, fires of martyrdom keep us cold.
everybody is chasing redemption, and everybody is fighting their own temptation.
all of us are pursuing ascension, some through confession and other through aggression.
and im cutting wide open my fu/ck/in/g wrist, but there was one step i missed.
im not sure if i can hold onto it much longer, everyday i falter.
everyday facing every single one of my faults, from my body im removing bolts.
still thinking im not enough, pushing into me next cold metal stuff.
this will make me tough, they say my words are nothing more than a guff.
shooting star pierced my head, thanks to it my brains got a little spread.
star dust is dripping from my eyes, im going to be one with the skies.