Belphegor's Prime from Sarcomatic Scattertongue by John-Paul Cirelli

You haven't looked that way at me in years
The oil they need was weaned off my tears
You haven't seen the half of it
You haven't known
You haven't been where everyone looks for me

I can't save you when you turn off the fire
The monster I've always lived with is bored
So give him an ear, don't bother coming down
Memories wait for you in the rain
You left your hometown that way

[The whispers are everywhere, so listen closely or you won't hear the screams.]

So feel me now
So fear me now
So feel me now
So fear me now

Which way do you take to meet God?

Here's your new God

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