The Artists Decay by Eye of The Enemy Lyrics

I’ve tasted love before
But never in service of scabbing a cheek
And I’ve purged my flaws
By drinking the genes of the meek

Tear away, melt away
Bulwarks of reinforced distaste
Lay prostrate, suffocate
Choke on the causal remains
Of a wolf made deranged

Never unheard, always the first on the scene
Extant from the herd, sheltered by propriety
(I’ve tasted love before
But never in service of scabbing a cheek
And I’ve purged my flaws
By drinking the genes of the meek)

Protest
Process
Protect progress, it’s a warning
Moses blooms undue
You’ll either consume or undo
It’s love in the age of dismay
Born of the artist’s decay

I’ve tasted mud before
You tricked me, you waited until I was weak
And force fed me the floor
With your boots, behind my teeth

You listen to me, to what I reveal
Truth is a concept that God can repeal

I AM A GOD
I AM YOUR GOD
I AM ELATION UNFOLDED
ANGER BEHELD
SADNESS
REVULSION
LOVE
HUMAN EVOLVED

Protest
Process
Protect progress, it’s a warning
Moses blooms undue
You’ll either consume or undo
It’s love in the age of dismay
Born of the artist’s decay

Never say nothing’s changed
I am the reason that seasons leave lesions on oceans and seas

Nothing ventured, apoplectic
Wise to tie your failure to providence
Bitch

Nothing gained, apathetic
Just happy to salt the soil

My machines need oil

My machines need oil
Get grinding grief
My machines need oil
Dredge up what’s kept beneath

My machines need oil