Televangelist - Julien Baker

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

'Cause 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

And I know what’s in my cannibal chest

That’s been dug out like a strip mine till 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 are just apologies

Hold out a flare until you come for me

Do I turn into light if I burn alive?