I Am from Iconoclasm by Patient Zero

I, I, I am.

I was born unto the midnight hour, the skies that turn the world to hate.
But I am so unwired, reception cracks, in this tomb you love to be hurt.
I am none for this second, beyond my domain, twisting twisting, tick tick tick.
I am falling, but my body stays dominion, I am Eden, begging to wake.
I fear the bastard child of my enemy, he'll never cut my flesh, but I am lost on this side.
This breed I am, this breed I am, all lost on mirrored glass, I crack and torture.

I am this, corruption of the words he said, not even fit to carry scars I commit.
I dilute his children, with every second word I spit, now not my name, just the body they love.
My bones don't contemplate, all just twist and tick, for violence breeds violence, too much violence breeds me.
I always lose, when my mask does not become you, inside the whispers keep me begging for this.

I am.
I am.
I am.
I am.
I am.
I am.
I am.
I am.

• Electronic
• Industrial
• LGBT
• cyberpunk
• ebm
• trans
• United Kingdom