We Are The Light

Ravished Flesh

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Plastic god
His weightless, vacant look
My reflection in the glass on an eye
To shake the divine doll
To melt it in the warmth of rage
We are coil
To burning slow
But even now
Cold is skin and breath
And love of god
We are toys
Of plastic god
Wake up sleepy boy
To tear us apart
The invitation of the owner
Of a secret face