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    Theophagy

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    Theophagy
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    By Otep

      About "Theophagy"

      Lyrics for Otep - "Theophagy"

      Feed it.
      Fuck it.
      Breed it.
      Eat it.

      Feed it.
      Fuck it.
      Breed it.
      Eat it.

      Feed it.
      Fuck it.
      Breed it.
      Eat it.

      I was rapped by orderlies
      Gnawed on by rats
      Given a lobotomy
      Half-drowned in ice baths

      They tried to break me,
      Erase me, disgrace me

      Through mental sodomy

      But
      I will fight
      I will rise
      I will fight
      I will rise

      Like a Hydra
      From the
      Ash

      Like a Hydra
      From the
      Ash

      Another sermon
      Of choking smoke
      & billowing rage

      It seems this is all it takes
      To force the angels to wake
      To bring their ivory faces
      Buried deep within their wings

      To come, come fly with me
      Come, come fly with me

      Feed it.
      Fuck it.
      Breed it.
      Eat it.

      Feed it.
      Fuck it.
      Breed it.
      Eat it.

      So many motives
      So many totems

      I don't do this for revenge you see
      It's more of a calling

      The priest who had a taste for it's flock
      Tender sheep
      Boys and girls
      I made a lamp out of him
      And now
      He is the light of the world

      The nun who shot smack from
      The stolen tithing cash
      I burned her to ash but her
      Teeth made a fine pearly necklace

      The senator who buried
      His mistress on the back nine
      His skull is a goblet for my favorite wine

      You see I need these beautiful moments
      When I am unyoking my opponents
      Limb from limb
      In the knotted irons of combat

      It's as close to true intimacy
      As I can ever hope to reach

      Naked monsters
      In the dark
      Ripped to shreds & torn apart

      The sheets will be our evidence
      Of the blasphemies we invent

      Feed it.
      Fuck it.
      Breed it.
      Eat it.

      Feed it.
      Fuck it.
      Breed it.
      Eat it.

      Feed it.
      Fuck it.
      Breed it.
      Eat it.

      Feed it.
      Fuck it.
      Eat it.
      Repeat it.

      Repeat it.
      Repeat it.
      Repeat it.
      Repeat it.

      Feed it.
      Fuck it.
      Eat it.
      Repeat it.

      Feed it.
      Fuck it.
      Eat it.
      Repeat it

      SONGWRITERS:
      SHAMAYA, OTEP / MIHALOPULO, ARISTOTELIS VASILIOS
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