Televangelist

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 'til 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 and just apologies Hold out a flare until you come for me Do I turn into light if I burn alive? If I burn alive