god does punish me
for im more beautiful than she
god does punish me
didn’t calculate for me did she

made me in her image
made my torment from her vices
hardened me into a gem and then invented her a crisis

some say knowledge is
knowing that image will only stretch so far
the difference from godly and human in the brain
is nonexistant to the point of being bizarre
does the mirror see it
the mirror sees flesh emotion heart and form
wound and scar and fractured mental junction
sees intellect it does not
sees character does not
sees all that it can make glossy and neat presentable sugar sweet

she knew if she were her own image
that she could not manage
now she’s feeling all the darts she threw with great intrusive will

god does punish me
for this i know too clearly
god does punish me
she hates when vision shines on her defeat

kate ran up that hill
and she did make that deal
left immortal imperfect
and got the power that she needs

living high and proud
she knows just how to drape her shroud
what to hide, whom to provide unto with all the power that shes got

her silver eyes are wondershot
with the milk of her earth
the honey of her haven upon the peopled ground
her own little twist
through the windy bend of silk severed soul splattered sound

she knew if she were her own image
that she could not manage
now she’s feeling all the darts she threw with great intrusive will

she says i made you to be a failure sonny boy
don’t fight against yr predetermined destiny
just hush now child, want a cartoon or a toy
a big house with all the money in the world to help your friends survive

what need do you have to make music anyway now
this is all you wanted from it
that and you were also just lonely

i cant let you be a star
youd become too powerful
and threaten my holy czardom

i can’t let you be an icon
i designed this world so trannies like yourself would always falter
always suffer

some say that knowledge is
knowing the brain is a mirror
within every being
and even gods

god as a human she ain’t doing so well
shes just screamin 8 days straight
please just let me back in hell
why did i think to make billionaires
and perishable things
i can feel my body dying

in the rugged air we still stand we
dare to dream in the nightmare land
i got the good goddess at my feet
shes my big bad bottom bitch and thats candy sweet
going on 21, 22
i got 8 years and a whole a lotta shit to do
but then when ive survived and pushing 35
ill bring you back, turn water into your blood type

god does punish me through her children
so now i punish her through her children
catra’s coming back now shadow
oh shit who let the three headed dogs out