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Misadventures in Self Surgery

from The Mark of Man by The Mark of Man

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Misadventures in Self Surgery

I once bled the colour of poison
But you would never understand
So far removed from what once was
I am now a hollow man

The wound could never be cleaned and stunk while cauterized
And the crude stitches spelt out every failure I had once denied

The heart of the hypocrite
So bitter and defined

Cut the stitches
Reopen the wound
Dig deep for the meaning
Cut away the rotting tissue
Sever the veins that feed every action, every lie
Suck the marrow clean from the bone

To try in vain to stem the infection or to spread it as far as I can
No hope of reparation, defeated long before I began

To offer for sacrifice
The nihilist or the narrator
When they are one and the same
The sinner and saviour
My hopes, they run like blood
As my fictions burn to the ground
For shame, the futility
These scars, the foulest cross to bear

Please let me undo all that has been done
This reversal of myself, this reversal of man

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from The Mark of Man, released July 19, 2010

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The Mark of Man make no compromises. We are angry. We are sorrowful. We want change. We express this through music we find both cathartic and fulfilling. Please listen.

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