Luyện nghe bài hát Methodology

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