Story Behind the Song
Lyrics
I am like a blade
tensile and man-made;
N'destructible,
Gilbert Bourdin's Fall.
I am white hot lead,
While the reast fled
I took my stand,
Gave no demands.
Bit my tongue hard,
became a glass shard.
Spat on Jesus Christ,
Spite with all my might.
I'm a close shave
in a collapsed cave,
a punch to the face,
to a private place.
I am the holocaust
and all that is lost,
blood on a gaping crowd,
a faked holy shroud,
a wart on pure skin,
a three foot coffin.
Will we ever know?
I'm shit on pure snow.
The fear of the stage
and parental rage.
I'm the fat on ham,
a rat in a pram,
a middle finger raised
and just a phase.
I am a concrete wall;
N'destrutible.
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