Luyện nghe bài hát Methodology

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