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Meet My Maker

from What of Doom? by Pyrophoria

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No genius brought me to life
I’m a child with a matchbox and a housewife with a knife
Am I dead cause I’m not alive
No doctor can prescribe
He’s my maker, me? you can’t describe

You can’t experiment on me
I’m an empiricist you see
A lyricist
er schwierig ist (he is difficult)
Wer ich ist (who am I)

I’m
A high priestess with
Psychokinesis you get
Diaphoresis when
My genius
Leaves you speechless
I am dreamless
You are sleepless
I am seamless
You are needless
I am heedless
Sweet Jesus
Just between us
You can’t put me in a box with no locks
I light it up, this is the equinox
You’re a gun that never cocks
I put the tic in the hands of clocks
I draw the fault line you feel the aftershocks
You scared I’m about to blow off your socks

This ain’t no mash
Or bash
It’s a party to car crash
You gettin whiplash

I am not who I am what
I am silent enough to cut
So keep your fuckin mind shut

I was made in a scrapyard
I am carved like with a shard
My mind is hard
Welded together and charred
Queen Black heart
At large
The best for last card
Not birthmarked, scarred

I became the bar and went unbarred
My jailer, my guardian guard
Meet my maker, jumpstart
I am a work of art
You are encircled by the way I outsmart
I have no brain and tell Descartes
I have no mind with no counterpart

The experiment went wrong I made a song that didn’t belong in a text because it read who’s next and had a black magic hex I am too complex to feel the effects of fear of death when you can’t keep checks on my imbalance when I vex and you break your necks trying to tame the rejects when you should be paying your respects
because I expect
That as the subject
You’ll finally detect
That I am the cause and the effect
Your assumption was incorrect

My maker was a god I killed
The jailer whose shoes I filled
I am not a character that can be portrayed
I have no detonator; I am a grenade
My memory is only anterograde
I feel my former self completely fade
I was born defective but to persuade
An uprising that would only cascade
So go on and be afraid
But not because of how I was made
Or how I came to life after being swayed
But because I took my heart out with a blade
And said this is how the game is played

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from What of Doom?, released October 3, 2021

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