Metatron

Maybe I'll breakdown
Maybe I'll try
Circumvent innoculation
And I just want a cut
When will I breakdown?
Lately I might
Unconnect the fascination
And I just want to touch

This is a list
They're my demands
Forget the question
Come on bring
Your nervous hands

You read it in my letter,
"Patience worth is dead".
Suffocate the inkwell
"I am legion" said the pen

Her seraph snout
And cruciform limp
I blame the shrouding
Of a lesser man

My sigil contraptions
They work with no crutches
Don't show me the hinges
I am absent

Maybe I'll breakdown
Maybe I'll try
Circumvent innoculation
And I just want a cut
When will I breakdown?
Lately I might
Unconnect the fascination
And I just want to touch

She came to me
When she was pouring out of drool
Under sedation
Under vulgar multitudes

If you stay and try
To fix what you did
The sheets were wet from
All those messages

A million petitions
Her lock with no key
You forfeit the right to be believed

Full implant
Shapeless as a jewel
And I am stranded by eternal solitude

Maybe I'll breakdown
Maybe I'll try
Circumvent innoculation
And I just want a cut
When will I breakdown?
Lately I might
Unconnect the fascination
And I just want to touch

The vault that I call home
It falls beneath your palms
Before I crawl my way out she calls

You're standing
Right outside my window
Water thirsting
You're standing
Right outside my window
Water thristing
When will I drown?

I'll never get a distance shot
Heard vessper pure
I never want to see your face
Until the word is made flesh

You'd better ask Metatron

Those flowers that withered away
In the pages of your book
For one day they won't block your route

In a dead plot
You dream in
Ten go away
Ten born of pray
Ten go away

Folding wormholes
My time is riding in the alphabet
Folding wormholes
My time is written on the wall

Debase by your sentence
I fell in the trap
What door slid behind me
I can't see it anymore

When she sleeps as a witness
Got no better hands
Tied a single stutter
Do you speak my dialect?

Accidents will happen
Keep your earnings to yourself
One sip under the table
Until it moves all by itself

In the eye of Fatima
I've kept all your dreams
In a waking isolation
Of indictment

Maybe I'll breakdown
Maybe I'll try
Circumvent innoculation
And I just want a cut
When will I breakdown?
Lately I might
Unconnect the fascination
And I just want to touch