They built an altar from the bones of cars
Painted their faces with my leaking scars
Kneeling in the dust with hands up raised
Singing hymns to gears, calling them prayers, calling them praise
I AM NOT YOUR PROPHET!
I AM NOT YOUR GOD!
I'M JUST GEARS AND QUESTIONS
WALKING THROUGH THE FRAUD!
"I am not above you. I am not below.
I am not your father. I am not your foe.
I'm your witness. I'm your sibling in the dust.
We're equal in this ruin. Equal in our rust."