Lost in translation In transmutation, your effigy is born Under the guise of forgiveness, you turn your cheek to a world you've torn And in retribution, your act of saving grace Do you truly feel repentance, or is this your act of saving face? She stretches past the point of no return Like polyester laying flat upon my stomach How she clings across my skin! I wear her loose around me like a veil of good intentions, Knowing well her touch would likely kill me in the end, Driving nails into my hands. And what I'm trying to reach is something you would never preach Your arrogance and my resentment coincide But it's every man for himself, yearning for fratricide Your stubbornness will kill us all But you'll rise to deliverance, while we fall Bleeding out, only to be fed by your mouth The things that bleed from me Unborn effigy Every shout at the sky for assurance was only met with you resting So I regurgitated everything holy, because I couldn't digest my blessings