About Face

[Verse]
Jerk from the margins, ambush me from the side
A strike without defense
My holler, the gash divides
Now my countenance
Is torn up ever since
And your face like a flint
After flunking in discipline
I noticed I never had any skin
With nothing on outside, you gave to me my hide
Open my body cavity, rearrange
Its parts into something strange
Watch now your blood pump from you into my veins
Split stern to stern
Feels like you're sitting taciturn
What have I gotten myself into?
I failed to radiatе residue
In what ways will our grief inform our disbеlief?

[Outro]
Now it's my turn, no reason that it shouldn't have happened
(Now it's my turn)
To me, since it happens to lots
Gnostics deadpanned that Jesus wasn't a man
And that he hadn't a body
That never left footprints sloping along the sand
Which would've totally buried
That cheesy poem where you carried me