Assigned a final signified
Completed and defined
Rip my throat and cut my hands
Undo the body and break its sign

The judgment of god
The judgment of the word
A final claim that will inscribe
All the meanings of the flesh

You'll find the terms of god
You'll read the words of god
You will suffocate
Under the weight of god

Do not look for a response
God's silence is all you'll find
Your skin
Is your
Very own prison

Take my lungs out
Take my heart out

I'll fly in the face of god
I'll flood the heavens with my blood
Cut my veins and splatter the walls
I'll leave a mess for him to find

Will there ever be a word?
Will there ever be a way to speak?
Now that my body is empty
Can one speak without organs?

You'll see there is nothing
You'll learn there is no one
You will be condemned
As an organism

There is nothing outside the world
Nothing written upon your heart
Your faith, your Christ
Is an affliction

Take my lungs out
Take my heart out

Take all this away, let everything die
Take my body apart
Don't look to him as you die
Tear my insides out
Take all this away, let everything die
Take my body apart
Don't look to him as you die
Tear my insides out

Somehow I am always left wanting
I want to know if there is something
Even if it means taking myself apart
I'll begin at the throat and work my way down

Put aside each and every organ
I am moving towards becoming-inhuman
I will not be an organism
I've had it with god, I am moving on

Take all this away, let everything die
Take my body apart
Don't look to him as you die
Tear my insides out
Take all this away, let everything die
Take my body apart
Don't look to him as you die
Tear my insides out

The shape of rage
Twisted, angered geometry
Contorting flesh
Changing my anatomy

Take away
This healthy human form
And replace it
With broken, mismatched bones

My blood flows for its life
Muscles tighten, my skin is dry
Breathe the air that keeps it growing
Surrender flesh so it can mold me

The shape of rage
Growing, disabling
Mark the host and
Survey the territory

Architecture of a
Violent history
Embodied in flesh
And ripping internally

Contusions mark my once soft skin
Shapes once perfect now disfigured
Unfamiliar to friends and family
Unwanted by those around me

I fear something
Inside of me
What can it be?
Revolutions; the spreading of disease

An open body
Abjection
A subject caught
With organs and with signs
Take them out
And rearrange them
A corporal drift
Corrupted, deconstructed

I'm not in control
Of this body
It has taken me hostage
I'm carrying my own, my own death sentence

The shape of rage
Twisted, angered geometry
Contorting flesh
Changing my anatomy

Take away
This healthy human form
And replace it
With broken, mismatched bones

My blood flows for its life
Muscles tighten, my skin is dry
Breathe the air that keeps it growing
Surrender flesh so it can mold me

How is it that I could lose a faith I never had?
Where is god? where is god?
Is that too much to ask for when there is so much proof to the contrary?
Answer me, answer me

God's silence is either a sign of his absence or humor

Is it amusing that everyone dies?
Are you laughing while you hide?
And is it a joke when things fall apart?
The faces that you've carved will all come apart

It is pathetic how so many signs point toward your nonexistence
Between you and me...
Yet you have done nothing to show the world that the world has any purpose
...you have a lot to answer for

Crush all meaning
Disrupt all signals
Arrange the body's signs
And organs
Take these insides out and replace them with noise

Noise?when there is no
God; a noise so
Loud it would shake the sky
And begin to
Take these insides out and fill the world with noise

The heavens shine upon us
And fill the world with meaning

Some time ago when I was sick
I would vomit so much that I would want to sew my mouth completely shut

A body sealed up
Unable to breath
Unwilling to eat or to be a body that is disciplined

The world is without meaning
No heaven shines above us

Bodies without organs
Nothing more useless than an organ
We are bodies without organs
There is nothing more useless than an organ

Bodies without organs
Nothing more useless than an organ
We are bodies without organs
There is nothing more useless than an organ

The burden of god
The questions left unanswered
And some unspoken
Will he answer for the ways we die?

And when we die
Will we finally know
Why life seemed like such
A long and painful process of dying?

The heavens shine upon us
And fill the world with nothing
Reflecting every weakness
We'll stare back at ourselves

Bodies without organs
Nothing more useless than an organ
We are bodies without organs
There is nothing more useless than an organ

It is a fear of mine
That there is something not right
An ill and unstable feeling
What will happen next?

I look toward you for strength
You show me that you are helpless
In sickness we are alone
And I know that we'll die alone

Everything will fall apart
And nothing can compare
To the ways that we die
And dying is just one of the things we do
That makes the world seem real
Everything will fall apart

How will I die?
Quickly, suddenly, without warning?

Time will not be kind to
All the things that we hold dear
There's nothing that we can do
To stop the decay of...

...our lives
Our lives are an archive
Of days long wasted
And hearts left broken

And even if we were to
Find someone that we could love
Would they be with us when
The light goes out of our eyes?

Everything will fall apart
And nothing can compare
To the ways that we die
But dying is just one of the things we do
That makes the world seem real
Everything will fall apart

There is nothing that can keep us well
There is nothing that we can do, when
Love is not enough, when
We die, we all die alone