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Josef K

Until They Burn Me

As Josef K was dreaming of the grave
Remembering we'd all be saved
On that final day
His heart was filled with laughter
Thinking of the great hereafter
And all the while his hair was turning gray

Oh Josef K
There will come a day
When all you know beneath the heavens is betrayed
So sharpen your cynicism
Digging in, making wishes
Preparing bitter points to penetrate

You're mercenary to the bone
But you sell your skin so cheap
You're all dressed up in fancy clothes
But in the end, you're just fresh meat
You made a deal, you make believe
You made a promise you can't keep
But down here, my dear
On the dark and bloody ground
I've found
They play for keeps

Soft brushes painted bruises
Crimson slashes
Vital organs
Speckled fuchsia
Violet champagne
And cotton candy feathers
Spread from underneath the edges
Music, magic, medicine parade
You're mercenary to the bone
But you sell your skin so cheap

You're all dressed up in fancy clothes
But in the end, you're just fresh meat
You made a deal, you make believe
You made a promise you can't keep
But down here, my dear
On the dark and bloody ground
I've found
They play for keeps
Silk gloves have become latex
No longer soft caresses
Ribbons become ropes by which you're bound
Josef, you're out of wishes
I count 10, 000 stitches
We all knew how this was going down

We Carve our names into the skin
Reciting sacred verses
I'm sitting in the bathroom stall
I'll scratch a phallic symbol there
Reciting ancient curses
No I'm not scared, not scared at all
We carve our names into the skin
Reciting sacred verses
I'm sitting in the bathroom stall
I'll scratch a phallic symbol there
Reciting ancient curses

No I'm not scared, not scared at all
We carve our names into the skin
Reciting sacred verses
I'm sitting in the bathroom stall
I'll scratch a phallic symbol there
Reciting ancient curses
No I'm not scared, not scared at all
We carve our names into the skin
Reciting sacred verses
I'm sitting in the bathroom stall

I'll scratch a phallic symbol there
Reciting ancient curses
No I'm not scared, not scared at all

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