No prophet
No vessel for God
No flesh
No vessel for God
No prophet
No vessel for God
No flesh
No vessel for God
Dangerous imagination
Shoved behind the fridge
Walk me through the kitchen
I reek of evidence
My body covered in malice
I drag myself
And pull out my battery
He wasn't using me
He wasn't using me
Dangerous imagination
Shoved behind the fridge
Walk me through the kitchen