The prophet

I'm biting the tail of the dog that feeds me
and I'm cutting my teeth on the lies that lead me
just pretend that I'm there, under the table
gestures of faith and digestive failure

I've cursed the past before and tried to hide in the womb
now I'm content lying on dinosaur bones

blame the lack of the ghost
blame the lack of me in the world
the hardest part of being alive,
is all of the twisted insides
so i studied a faith, and a chemical path
but I lost myself in time, in the tide of my laughter

eyes spin under shades in a prophetic dream
crying in sleep begging god for a little peace
he said we need some new friends
ones that won't kill us in the end
but my favorite brothers are foes
and my sisters love to take me down...

you gotta let me know
if it seems like I've broken the code
I could just turn the right screw and lie...