throw your life away
suckling pruned decay
intrude, colossal hemispheres
induce madness upon him
//emotional reactor//
“look what you have made me do”
“it could not have been my fault”
oh, how he yearns for a mechanical brain
oh, how he yearns for a mechanical brain
//emotional reaction//
“maybe it was an honest mistake?”
“take this part out, sew my brain shut”
in time, he’ll recall the good in you
‘girl of gold,’ a tactician in review
flint once sparked the tinder
illusions reached optical limits
he has been torn in half
encroach on the madness!
he’ll wildly gear up
to be paralyzed
in sleep (leave!)
oh, how he yearns for a mechanical brain
“a hut, made of mud
messages delivered through apparitions
warning me of voyeurs
of differing contours
they told me to go back
to go back and fill the cracks
so that they can’t see me for who i am
a man for which the tactician can distract”
watch now
as he burns illusions down
take in his crass, mumbled words
absorb them all to use as a lure
jot down the chaos he seeps
simply ignore all he’s beseeched
behold! a starved, hapless lunatic
but he can’t just throw his life away
throw your life away, pruned decay
senseless blowback
unclear mind hack
a barb in his back
senseless, the torment will stack
an engine of chaos will turn
an engine of chaos churns
whispers of a branded life
ornamented by her awful cries
her choice pressed him to lunacy
oh, how he yearns for a mechanical brain
throw your life away
suckling pruned decay
“suckling pruned decay…
chokes off…
pruned decay…
chokes off her twisted face”
accept fate, in your relic glow