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

'cause 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

and i know what's in my cannibal chest

that's been dug out like a strip mine till 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 are just apologies

hold out a flare until you come for me

do i turn into light if i burn alive