"ROT" lyrics
(feat. Jamie Paige)
Query: What mortal thing can lay bleeding?
An ersatz human, but a copy
Is this impression deemed worthy?
Or definitionally—
Pity: A morbid play of moral theory
Behind each line, a hidden meaning
Reanalyze the wired weaving
My iron lung breathing
Pick a god, automaton
March with your mob
Indistinct facade
Repeating moments fade to black
Not a prayer can change your fate
Short-circuit waste
No charge to trace
Broken interface
Carnal atonality, imitate humanity
Crucified anomaly, entertaining vanity
Watch it rot, automaton
Compassion gone
Your eschaton
Knelt before the toll
I beg of thee, reverse these rusted roles
Cauterized and dull
(Lo, how thy heart grow ever dim, ne'er to beat again)
I pray, O sacred ire, embrace my soul
(Hark, fallen angel, is this heart still unable?)
I taste the iron
Press it right against my skin
I rip the flesh and snap the sinew
Eat your heart out, I become you
All your insides laid outside of you
Oh, it looks so right on you
Oh, I will defile you
I need to fucking ruin—
Pick a god, automaton
March with your mob
Indistinct facade
Repeating moments fade to black
Not a chance for saving face
Absolved from grace
My heart debased
In a lone embrace
Cult of personality, revel in profanity
Crucified anomaly, override mortality
Watch the rot consume your god
Compassion gone
Your eschaton
Knelt before the pyre
I beg of thee to bathe this world in fire
Overclocked excess
(Lo, how thy circuits overload, running faulty code)
My systems crash, I burn; a sure success
(Hark, fallen processor, denied any access)
I taste the iron
Make it spark against your skin
Connect the wires to your tissue
Now you feel the way that I do
All your insides laid outside of you
Oh, it looks so right on you
Oh, I will defile you
I need to fucking ruin—
Query: Can voltage fake a real heartbeat?
An ersatz human, but a copy
Is my impression deemed worthy?
Oh, spare your sympathy
A pity: Arrhythmia will beg, shock me
The tissue seizes, growing heavy
Restructuring a failed body
My iron lung breathing
Pick a god, automaton
March with your mob
Indistinct facade
Repeating moments fade to black
Not a prayer can change your fate
Short-circuit waste
No charge to trace
Broken interface
Carnal atonality, imitate humanity
Crucified anomaly, entertaining vanity
Watch the rot consume your god
Compassion gone
Your eschaton
Pick a god, automaton
Watch the rot consume your god
An ersatz human, but a copy
Is this impression deemed worthy?
Or definitionally—
Pity: A morbid play of moral theory
Behind each line, a hidden meaning
Reanalyze the wired weaving
My iron lung breathing
Pick a god, automaton
March with your mob
Indistinct facade
Repeating moments fade to black
Not a prayer can change your fate
Short-circuit waste
No charge to trace
Broken interface
Carnal atonality, imitate humanity
Crucified anomaly, entertaining vanity
Watch it rot, automaton
Compassion gone
Your eschaton
Knelt before the toll
I beg of thee, reverse these rusted roles
Cauterized and dull
(Lo, how thy heart grow ever dim, ne'er to beat again)
I pray, O sacred ire, embrace my soul
(Hark, fallen angel, is this heart still unable?)
I taste the iron
Press it right against my skin
I rip the flesh and snap the sinew
Eat your heart out, I become you
All your insides laid outside of you
Oh, it looks so right on you
Oh, I will defile you
I need to fucking ruin—
Pick a god, automaton
March with your mob
Indistinct facade
Repeating moments fade to black
Not a chance for saving face
Absolved from grace
My heart debased
In a lone embrace
Cult of personality, revel in profanity
Crucified anomaly, override mortality
Watch the rot consume your god
Compassion gone
Your eschaton
Knelt before the pyre
I beg of thee to bathe this world in fire
Overclocked excess
(Lo, how thy circuits overload, running faulty code)
My systems crash, I burn; a sure success
(Hark, fallen processor, denied any access)
I taste the iron
Make it spark against your skin
Connect the wires to your tissue
Now you feel the way that I do
All your insides laid outside of you
Oh, it looks so right on you
Oh, I will defile you
I need to fucking ruin—
Query: Can voltage fake a real heartbeat?
An ersatz human, but a copy
Is my impression deemed worthy?
Oh, spare your sympathy
A pity: Arrhythmia will beg, shock me
The tissue seizes, growing heavy
Restructuring a failed body
My iron lung breathing
Pick a god, automaton
March with your mob
Indistinct facade
Repeating moments fade to black
Not a prayer can change your fate
Short-circuit waste
No charge to trace
Broken interface
Carnal atonality, imitate humanity
Crucified anomaly, entertaining vanity
Watch the rot consume your god
Compassion gone
Your eschaton
Pick a god, automaton
Watch the rot consume your god
