Televangelist
de Julien Baker
My heart is gonna eat itself, I don't need anybody's help
It's just me, the vacant and nobody else
At least that's what I tell myself
'Cause I'm an amputee, with a phantom touch
Leaning on an invisible crutch
Pinned to the mattress like an insect to styrofoam
Calling out from my bedroom alone
And I know what's in my cannibal chest
That's been dug out like a strip mine till there's nothing left
Hold the chorus in between my ears until I go deaf
That remind me exactly what I am every chance they get
Am I a masochist
Screaming televangelist
Clutching my crucifix
Of white noise and static
All my prayers are just apologies
Hold out a flare until you come for me
Do I turn into light if I burn alive
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Song in E
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Faith Healer
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Ringside
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Tokyo
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Hardline
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Distant Solar Systems
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Rejoice
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Heatwave
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Blacktop
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Something
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Highlight Reel
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Hurt Less
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