Prisoner 103 Awakened by the onslaught Of patient and low electrical hum Sounds that are based On just a little bit of poetry that sits on a low voice Prisoner 103 Is taken on a journey A basic regression of practical thought And stolen his taste and the memory of all the things that make The most sense
What do you want What do you need How do you feel when you're dying What do you want What do you need How does it feel to be stolen (Open your mind)
Blaming it all on me I'm making all the inner talk Of insane mechanical satanical fun Sounds that are laced Through a portal of immortal light and energy That's right, the undead Blaming it all on me Your sanctioned to a faction That takes up and makes up Eternal wisdom Life that is based On a spec of a rejected vision It's what it all means
Take it out on me And I will break your head in two Take it out on me I will slowly control you And then I'll own you Take it out on me And I will break your head in two