Crisis Methodology Lyrics:
has the light become part of the machinery? has
the hand become part of the disease? has the body
become the unwilling vessel? hahahaha how simple
to peel away the skin and cut away the flesh. to
discard and dispose or preserve of brain,
vertricle, heart, lungs..to be left with bones...
stitching the pieces of appendage of directed
sight and speech. dictating placement of footsteps
and embrace. SERVE MY DESTINY SERVE MY PROPHECY
SERVE MY FUTURE SERVE MY FUTURE the master man
maker; twitching the thread of a thigh bone,
twisting the stitch of a wrist moving toward its
destiny... SERVE MY DESTINY/PROPHECY/ FUTURE(2x)
beading the twinkle of an eye to shine on only one
truth. casting a lock of hair meant to strangle
the last bit of hope. YOU ARE THE MASTER YOU ARE
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THE DOLL MAKER YOU ARE THE SLAVE CREATOR string
them up to teach them your language YOU ARE THE
MASTER YOU ARE THE SLAVE CREATOR hahaha an
individual with choices to make you are not. you
merely play into my hands, the web i weave. i
twist you in like a fly. and you no longer think.
and you no longer feel. and this is the dance you
do. and this is the dance you do. building the
confines of trust and obedience, housing the
weakness of winged spirits and capture the mystery
of otherness. YOU ARE THE MAN MAKER YOU ARE THE
WILL BREAKER YOU ARE THE LIFE TAKER cage them up
to keep them from falling out of line puppet
strings begin to twist. a master hand..do you know
who i am? SERVE MY DESTINY. SERVE MY PROPHECY.
SERVE MY FUTURE. this garden breeds the yellow
pestilence of wicked fingers at work among the
living. branches are broken for posture and
structure of spineless cloth sacks of arms and
legs and face and neck of the master's creation.
Lyrics: Methodology, Crisis [end]