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Christ Analogue - Product Of The Rape



Tension breeds and formulates in vain
Strange that my tranquility is mistaken for decay
Mutilate my knowledge into hate
My life is no more valid than the product of the rape

And I am raped
I’m the serpent, I'm the swine
I will suffer life as though it's mine
Intensify frustration into rage
The lie that brought existence, it continues through my days

Mediate the blood that drives the veins
Strip away the tissue that would make me whole again
Strip off the volition of a populace enslaved

Vision blurs the textures of despise
The punishment of blasphemy tears sockets through the eyes
Mutilated fiction bears the cross
Generations of this hell yet no majority is lost

Mediate the blood that drives the veins
Strip away the tissue that would make me whole again
Strip off the volition of a populace enslaved

Tension breeds and formulates in vein
Strange that my whole intellect is mistaken for a faith
Mutilate my knowledge into hate
My life remains as flawless as the product of the rape
Mediate the blood that drives the veins
Strip away the tissue that would make me whole again
Strip off the volition of a populace enslaved