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Otep

Theophagy

 

Theophagy

(album: Hydra - 2013)


Feed it.
Fuck it.
Breed it.
Eat it.

Feed it.
Fuck it.
Breed it.
Eat it.

Feed it.
Fuck it.
Breed it.
Eat it.

I was rapped by orderlies
Gnawed on by rats
Given a lobotomy
Half-drowned in ice baths...

They tried to break me,
Erase me, disgrace me...

Through mental sodomy...

But
I will fight...
I will rise...
I will fight...
I will rise...

Like a Hydra
From the
Ash....

Like a Hydra
From the
Ash..

Another sermon
Of choking smoke
& billowing rage...

It seems this is all it takes
To force the angels to wake
To bring their ivory faces
Buried deep within their wings...

To come, come fly with me..
Come, come fly with me...

Feed it.
Fuck it.
Breed it.
Eat it.

Feed it.
Fuck it.
Breed it.
Eat it.

So many motives
So many totems...

I don't do this for revenge you see
It's more of a calling.....

The priest who had a taste for it's flock
Tender sheep
Boys and girls
I made a lamp out of him
And now
He is the light of the world...

The nun who shot smack from
The stolen tithing cash
I burned her to ash but her
Teeth made a fine pearly necklace...

The senator who buried
His mistress on the back nine
His skull is a goblet for my favorite wine...

You see I need these beautiful moments
When I am unyoking my opponents
Limb from limb
In the knotted irons of combat...

It's as close to true intimacy
As I can ever hope to reach...

Naked monsters
In the dark
Ripped to shreds & torn apart...

The sheets will be our evidence
Of the blasphemies we invent...

Feed it.
Fuck it.
Breed it.
Eat it.

Feed it.
Fuck it.
Breed it.
Eat it.

Feed it.
Fuck it.
Breed it.
Eat it.

Feed it.
Fuck it.
Eat it.
Repeat it.

Repeat it.
Repeat it.
Repeat it.
Repeat it.

Feed it.
Fuck it.
Eat it.
Repeat it.

Feed it.
Fuck it.
Eat it.
Repeat it.........

done

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