| Assigned a final signified*
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| Completed and defined
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| Rip my throat and cut my hands
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| Undo the body and break its sign
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| The judgment of god
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| The judgment of the word
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| A final claim that will inscribe
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| All the meanings of the flesh
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| You’ll find the terms of god
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| You’ll read the words of god
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| You will suffocate
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| Under the weight of god
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| Do not look for a response
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| God’s silence is all you’ll find
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| Your skin
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| Is your
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| Very own prison
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| Take my lungs out
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| Take my heart out
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| I’ll fly in the face of god
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| I’ll flood the heavens with my blood
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| Cut my veins and splatter the walls
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| I’ll leave a mess for him to find
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| Will there ever be a word?
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| Will there ever be a way to speak?
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| Now that my body is empty
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| Can one speak without organs?
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| You’ll see there is nothing
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| You’ll learn there is no one
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| You will be condemned
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| As an organism
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| There is nothing outside the world
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| Nothing written upon your heart
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| Your faith, your Christ
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| Is an affliction
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| Take my lungs out
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| Take my heart out
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| Take all this away, let everything die
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| Take my body apart
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| Don’t look to him as you die
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| Tear my insides out
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| Take all this away, let everything die
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| Take my body apart
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| Don’t look to him as you die
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| Tear my insides out
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| Somehow I am always left wanting
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| I want to know if there is something
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| Even if it means taking myself apart
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| I’ll begin at the throat and work my way down
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| Put aside each and every organ
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| I am moving towards becoming-inhuman
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| I will not be an organism
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| I’ve had it with god, I am moving on
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| Take all this away, let everything die
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| Take my body apart
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| Don’t look to him as you die
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| Tear my insides out
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| Take all this away, let everything die
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| Take my body apart
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| Don’t look to him as you die
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| Tear my insides out |