The Artist's Decay

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.