Luyện nghe bài hát Methodology

has the light become of the machinery?
has the hand become part of the
has the body become the unwilling
hahahaha how to peel away the skin and cut away the flesh.
to discard and or preserve of brain, vertricle, heart, lungs...
to be with bones...
stitching the pieces of of directed sight and speech.
placement of footsteps and embrace.
SERVE MY
SERVE MY
SERVE MY
SERVE MY
the man maker; twitching the thread of a thigh bone,
twisting the of a wrist moving toward its destiny...
SERVE MY DESTINY / PROPHECY /
beading the twinkle of an eye to on only one truth.
casting a lock of hair to strangle the last bit of hope.
YOU ARE THE
YOU ARE THE DOLL
YOU ARE THE SLAVE
string them up to teach them language
YOU ARE THE
YOU ARE THE SLAVE
hahaha an individual choices to make you are not.
you merely 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.
building the of trust and obedience,
the weakness of winged spirits
and the mystery of otherness.
YOU ARE THE MAN
YOU ARE THE WILL
YOU ARE THE LIFE
cage them up to keep them falling out of line
puppet strings begin to twist. a hand... do you know who I am?
MY DESTINY. SERVE MY PROPHECY. SERVE MY FUTURE.
this garden breeds the pestilence of wicked fingers
at work the living. branches are broken for posture
and of spineless cloth sacks of arms and legs
and face and of the master's creation.