brother what the fuck and which

[tinkerhellll]

when living is a sin
i shall call the docot in
they more things youcollect, the more you are empty
and if you make me watch it will only tempt me
to either tear it all down
lest it infect me
turn the cycle around
blame those who sent me

and you're the lab rat
making me the contaminant
if you'd just break out
of a control RUN habitat
than these faceless things
could hve their cure
from the syringe stings
to a poison more pure
and the change it brings
would be swift and sure
the amputated wing
and slick plastic lure

intravaneous surgery
of art branded perjury
and my words might be seen as the waste they project
but it should bring taste to your intellect

A DEGENERATIVE DISORDER TO WHICH I WON'T SUCCUMB
DON'T NEED AN ANESTHETIC IF YOUR MIND'S ALREADY NUMB