[Intro]
You are the eventuality of an anomaly, which despite my sincerest efforts, I have been unable to eliminate from what is otherwise a harmony of mathematical precision
[Verse 1]
Twisting wires
Contorted metal
Pulse with power
God machine
Cranial alterations
Complex self-surgery
[Chorus]
No writhing as scalpels incise living tissue
No tremors befall me as I slice nerve from limb
Inserting steel cable beneath my ligaments
To hold me down in place for the operation
[Refrain]
Metal and meat becoming one
Now I can't scream, my mouth sealed shut
[Verse 2]
The machine bleeds power
Its design is made to completely atomize
Organic non-manmade 3D matter
And collide it with its anti-particulate
In hopes to convert me into pure energy
[Refrain]
Metal and meat becoming one
Now I can't scream, my mouth sealed shut
[Chorus]
No writhing as scalpels incise living tissue
No tremors befall me as I slice nerve from limb
[Outro]
I have since come to understand that the answer eluded me because it required a lesser mind, or perhaps a mind less bound by the parameters of perfection