Prisoner 103

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
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