It been a moment 'sense i blew my lid To the thing under the hood A creature that exist within architecture Woven to the marrow A transplant from a broken thing A creature of sin, called man... I recall it like a bright movement in a line of code in time A doctor let it slip, like line meant for whispered lips The horror my mother kept in a crypt, a lie she had to supply and feed I was 16 the day I learned I was purchased A thing to pick up at the market, or that what the pre-loaded script would socket Just a family friend with special needs that found a way to breed, and out came the thing called me Problematic, spasmodic, erratic... [Chorus] We become what we let defeat us It speaks for us in the quiet ( uh ohh) A scared woman justifying a lie made in comfort Because she never knew if the beast at the door Was the kid she raised in the playpen [Verse 2] Sitting in a ruby red truck, 1991 Chevy, parking lot in downtown Paris I ask if it were true—it was there, it was then ( ohhh) I saw a glance of a different life back at me A mother scared of the child before her, the lies she spread ( mmmm) For the first time i saw through another's eyes as i saw the beast that was me Fucking addict, symptomatic, anticlimactic Just another sad sap, hanging by a thread, living on words said [Chorus] We become what we let defeat us It speaks for us in the quiet ( uh ohh) A scared woman justifying a lie made in comfort Because she never knew if the beast at the door Was the kid she raised in the playpen oh no no no no. I trace a day to a point of time Where the safety hit a steep decline It was here I found the matter of mind Where I learned how to define spine... It was not in the quell of rebellion! Or stopping the thirst of a perverse curse! It was owning the transplant, owning the broken thing Taking the script and putting it in reverse I am the beast at the door, I am the creature of sin Let the marrow bleed out, let the real me begin! [Chorus] We become what we let defeat us It speaks for us in the quiet ( uh ohh) A scared woman justifying a lie made in comfort Because she never knew if the beast at the door Was the kid she raised in the playpen ( ohhhh uhh oh) oh i don't wanna be don't want that beast define me. [Outro] Hanging by a thread... Living on words said... Be-ba-dead dread, from the things bled... (1991 Chevy... fade to black)
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