Elohim Ink Lyrics

Dig your knife into my fresh skin!

Deeper

Harder

Longer

Ah, that's it

Leave your ancestral mark upon my mortal temple

Anywhere you please

I will be your potter's clay still lying unmoved, untouched on Mother Earth's belly

Waiting for your coming

I will be your artist's pad

Unlined

Unadulterated by any man-made or God-made instrument

Spread wide and open to your imaginations

I will be your sculptor's marble

Kneeling before you

Unchiseled

Uncarved

Anxious for your hand to caress and change me by your whims

I am not afraid!

Organize me as though I am your Genesis in your New Edenic version of the Bible

All seven days of Creation shall be sown and reaped in seven moments with you

And whether it takes seven thousand years or seven rotations of Kolob

I will lie on my side and wait for you

Child-like and childish in many ways

The oldest cuts sometimes sting the longest

But I embrace them with hands wide open

Pain is nothing new to these inhabitants

It's course and teaching finger unabatedly molests its print into me

Sometimes, sometimes digging his nails through my sinews

Tugging and slow, slow, slowly ripping away my heart strings

Leaving ruined remains of something I once called Me

So mold me, paint me, engrave me with your Mark, Daddy

I am not afraid