Judge from Attempted Martyr by Prostitute

I don't sleep I don't eat
I don't sleep I don't eat
I don't sleep I don't eat
I don't sleep I don't eat
I cut holes in the plaster
Set fire to the streets
I don't sleep I don't eat
I don't sleep I don't eat
I drag priests from their pulpits
They choke on my leash
I don't sleep I don't eat
I don't sleep I don't eat
I conduct every harlot
They drop to their knees
I don't die
I don't die
I don't die
I don't die
I don't die
Die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die die die die die

Who am I?
I am the tramp
The tongue in the air
The last remaining chink in the guise
I decide who lives and who dies
I don't die
I slaughter your flock
From the weak to the heathens
You do it my way
Or I push your face in
The almighty, all fucks given
It's all on my terms
The suzerain arisen

What am I made of?
And what am I made of?
Sun, bile, and cum
Charcoal, piss, sulfur, dung
I've wrapped around the necks
Of all those mouth-breathing fucks
While they marvel and strip
Writhing in pools of spit
I just heave in the void
Thrash and spin
I call its name from the sky
I know defeat by the eyes
And I dance, and I dance
With the pretty young things
They bend and they twist
Until they're all, until they're
Wrapped around my wrists
I'm a prince to the grifters, I turn apostles to pimps
I don't die
I don't die
I don't die
I don't die
I just fuck
I just fuck
I just fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

Who am I?
I am the tramp
The tongue in the air
The last remaining chink in the guise
I decide who lives and who dies
I don't die
I slaughter your flock
From the weak to the heathens
You do it my way
Or I push your face in
The almighty, all fucks given
It's all on my terms
The suzerain arisen

• Alternative
• Post-punk
• noise rock
• Dearborn