Текст песни Televangelist - Julien Baker
My
heart
is
gonna
eat
itself
I
don′t
need
anybody's
help
It′s
just
me,
the
vacant
and
nobody
else
At
least
that's
what
I
tell
myself
I'm
an
amputee,
with
a
phantom
touch
Leaning
on
an
invisible
crutch
Pinned
to
the
mattress
like
an
insect
to
styrofoam
Calling
out
from
my
bedroom
alone
I
know
what′s
in
my
cannibal
chest
That′s
been
dug
out
like
a
strip
mine
'til
there′s
nothing
left
Hold
the
chorus
in
between
my
ears
until
I
go
deaf
That
remind
me
exactly
what
I
am
every
chance
they
get
Am
I
a
masochist?
Screaming
televangelist
Clutching
my
crucifix
Of
white
noise
and
static
All
my
prayers
and
just
apologies
Hold
out
a
flare
until
you
come
for
me
Do
I
turn
into
light
if
I
burn
alive?
If
I
burn
alive
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