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Find Me

from Paracide by Patient Zero

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so I've got ticks, twitches, skin to scratch,
no flyer 'cause I dress in black,
never found that underground,
that stutter in my sound.
The rebirth after I rehearse,
driving to the funeral.
electric thieves and neon witches,
mama save me, kiss my stitches.
gold plated over copper,
high conductive heartbeat stopper.
that pistol in your pocket,
white-hot bullets, you stroke and cock it.
void of all that's sanctified,
unmedicated, unpacified,
I'm understanding, underclasses,
undercut by brutal masses.

find me, I'm always hiding,
make me clean and pure again,
find me, the cure for all I've done,
and I would pay in blood again.

They always cut my coke to cut my throat,
yeah, so I guess that was the joke,
'cause I never really paid in cash,
who needed money with a body like that.
well, I got clean, and I got mean,
and I'm glad it was enough to never pick up a needle.
and I'm so sorry if that's hard to hear, but I know that evil.

cut the veins out of my arms, I always knew they'd do me harm,
it's in my blood under my skin,
I'm bathed in decadence and sin.
so punk it up, pump it up, and open up where I'm so hollow,
I'll wear my skeleton outside, for the bone marrow I'd always swallow.

so look down on me 'cause you're a real man,
sorry flesh I don't understand.
I guess peter pan had best be wary,
'cause he's dressed in tights and dreams of fairies.
and happy thoughts could make you fly,
but I can see the fear in your eyes,
that I could take your manhood away,
with the scalpel cut in the words I say.

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from Paracide, released November 19, 2018

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