{Intro}
This body is not mine to own
Oh that I know, oh that I know
{Verse 1}
This body is not mine to own
Oh that I know, oh that I know
I know I owe these hands, this soul
To someone bigger than I know
I tore a limb to make it work
Unzipped my skin, undid my curls
Clasped both my lips, screamed in distraught
I am a fraud
Yeah, I’m so sorry
Oh, I’m so sorry
I made you think I was the Promised
Was the chosen
The beholden to
I’m sorry
I ricochet like a bullet
I’m not a prophet, I’m a hooligan
Imposter syndrome is true again
I got your letters
I’m sorry
My parents’ love is so bright
But i think i’m giving in tonight
Cuz I can’t even hold a candle to you
My love will never fit within you
{Instrumental}
{Verse 2}
I ran a cult when I was young
I told my loved ones, here you come
I took the breath out my own lungs
Because this body’s not my own
In the violence of it all
Join me in the cult
In the violence of it all
Join me in the cult
Oh, I don’t know (7x)
{Outro}
When you go in, you know how it ends
You fell in love because he had raven-black hair that matched your eyes
And he told you his stories in parables
When you go in, you know how it begins
He takes your hand and presses his forehead on yours and whispers you name like you’re a kingdom
Builds you a city and calls you Jerusalem
And so you trim your hair and take the glass innocence that cleared your eyes
When you go in, you know you’re blind
You know the lashes hurt, but he tells you they are feathers for you to fly
He lies, he lies
All his arguments are ad populum, sounding like an ultimatum
But you never disagree
Because just like how his family loves him, you love him with no obligation
Just pure sacrifice
And when he dies, you know you’ll carry his body in your arms
And make a city out of him
Pick the scourge he used on you and whip them on your back
For you to fly
To be with him -
A false god, a false prophet
But how
How do we know which ones are real, anyways?
When you go in, you know how it ends
This is how it ends