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Televangelist - Julien Baker
Written by：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
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
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
If I burn alive
