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Pulse consistent. Holy Ghost keeps whispering
"You'll come home."
Persistent how he told me to hate my body
Off I go. All those scars are hard to hide
I'm still sleeping fully clothed
But that's not what you wanted, was it?
Friends couldn't see me when I'd gone
Wednesday school, how great's my god
Losing faith is losing all the folks
You thought might give a fuck
That's only in their house
Hate myself and stay devout
But that's not what I wanted was it?
Patron saint of all dysmorphic
Peeling off my skin to torch it

I can't hide enough
Under a bright light you'd find
Every crooked line I've got
All they taught I read as shameful
How my nature's fatal. Now I can't stand
When I'm being touched. Only damage
Hoping this next shot hits
Maybe then I'll forget what they've done

No, I'll blame myself
Should've listened when they spoke
How could I have been so bold?
Every passage that I read
Between the lines and I was told
That I'm disgusting in my mind and in my body
Is this what you wanted?