Something to Hate

I bought these masks from you From which I cannot escape I took the rest of you Grafted it unto my flesh I fused myself to you Becoming everything you hate I lost myself in you Nurturing the pestilence The infection setting in The rot bubbles to surface skin A scape-goat for each and every sin I carve myself to see within A rusty blade to trace An exit from this inner space Though I bleed, I'll leave a scar Don't forget I went this far The infection setting in The rot bubbles to surface skin A scape-goat for each and every sin I carve myself to see within The infection long since set in The rot still festers 'neath the skin A scape-goat throne where I recline A commission once and always mine I come with everything in hand I'm taking everything I can Watch me spread these broken wings And welcome everything from which you ran