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The Final Subject

​[Verse 1] Skin crawls with a ghost I know Made of wire, rust, and bone She scratches at the inside of my skull Tells me what I did, what I left down in the hole Fifteen years, the picture's sharp and clean A perfect family on a silver screen Shotgun sermon, make the righteous fall Anna's crying, scrubbing blood off the wall ​[Chorus] This is not for God, this is for the doubt This is for the whisper I can't live without Peel the layers back to see what's underneath A nervous system hanging on by the teeth The final subject, strapped into the chair There is a question hanging in the air ​[Verse 2] The house is breathing, secrets in the floor Another girl behind another door The creature's smiling, she was never real Just the shape of all the guilt I feel It's quiet now, the razor finds the wrist A final, fragile, bloody kiss Anna's screaming, she doesn't understand She's reaching out to take a dead girl's hand ​[Chorus] This is not for God, this is for the doubt This is for the whisper I can't live without Peel the layers back to see what's underneath A nervous system hanging on by the teeth The final subject, strapped into the chair There is a question hanging in the air ​[Bridge] [Spoken, cold and distant] "It is an ecstatic experience." "The transfiguration." "A glimpse of the other side." "We need to see." ​[Outro] [Screamed, fading into static] WHAT DID YOU SEE? WHAT DID YOU SEE? NOTHING. NOTHING.