Pincushion
Every Time I Die Lyrics

Where the air hangs like the static of a dead end radio
The atmosphere is heavy and stagnant, like the sound of a radio that can't pick up any signal.

I'm waiting with a frozen pulse
I am tense and anxious, my heart beating slowly in anticipation.

Crawl into an empty womb, don't raise these dead
Withdraw into a quiet, sterile space and don't disturb the sleeping or dead.

They've found their God in soil
The dead have returned to the earth, where they believe they will find salvation.

Dry scab silhouette's tell the secrets of sewn mouths
Visible scars tell the hidden stories of those who have been silenced or suppressed.

My heart is a sore but even charred faces crack smiles
I am deeply hurt, but even those who have been through great suffering can find moments of happiness.

Mismanufactured, screaming like some faulty machinery
I feel like a flawed product, making noise and causing chaos like a broken machine.

The overwhelming inefficiency of infants
The helplessness and lack of capability I feel is like that of a newborn baby.

Artificer stead me now, you've sewn a machine
Creator, help me calm down, you have made me into an artificial being.

You've birthed an abortion, the corpse of God is love
You have created something that is not alive, and it represents the loss of my faith in love.

I'm rotting and I'm not yet dead, I'm the king of worms and I'll have your head
I am decaying from the inside but still alive, and I will take revenge on those who have wronged me.

Resurrected roadkill, blueprinted skin, I swear, I've never been here before
I feel like an amalgam of random, lifeless parts, pieced together into something that feels unfamiliar.

Everyone but me looks like they've seen a ghost
Everyone seems shocked or afraid, but I am the only one who is unfazed by this situation.

All eyes fall on collapsing statues, stop pointing, stop laughing
Everyone is watching as the structures around us crumble, but we should not mock or take pleasure in their destruction.

There's nothing to see here, everybody try to relax
There is no cause for alarm or excitement, we should try to stay calm.

Everybody please remain calm
Please, let's not panic or get too worked up about this.

(I'm not supposed to be here anyway)
(I feel like I don't belong here, like I'm not meant to be a part of this world.)

Divinity doesn't show what the stables hold
God does not reveal what is hidden in the depths.

The scalpel proves my faith when he spits through his words
Even when others are cruel or speak harshly, my faith remains strong and unbreakable.

We traitors share our strings, we're suffocating under makeshift skin
Those of us who feel like we have betrayed ourselves or others are all connected, and we feel like we are suffocating under a false identity.

Pull out the thread, sew on a heart, make peace with dirt
Let go of the false self that is suffocating you, and replace it with a new identity that is true to who you are, even if it means making peace with less favorable aspects of your past.