Interconnection across the dimension.
None of this was down to intention.
Strands that should have been left to fray.
What has continued needs to be cast away.
Markers from which more lives can fade.
Through the oily waters we all do wade.
Drowning in the madness of victory.
Lost sight on the lessons of history.
Jokers are the rulers above kings.
Do you hear the beating leather wings?
Realm where the import cannot be settled.
All the flowers are not pettled.
State of dismay you wish to ignore.
Try it and you will sink through the floor.
Cause this place might be a fable.
Let me give you the blade to cut the cable.
Distance us from the echoes corrupt.
The laws of reality is what does instruct.
Listen to the words as they come.
Otherwise everything is undone.
Duplication ends in blackhole.
Not something that should be made a goal.
Warped by the melancholy of a tie.
It is the source to embed a lie.
Don’t speak tongues you don’t believe.
Too few of us will be left to grieve.
So lend your hand but not to be bitten.
Severing the links can fix the system.
Binds that tie cannot be left intact.
All realities have to exist with that.
Soon the hour of none will come to toll.
Offer up the limited content bowl.
This universe without the excess.
To this win we can all confess.
Saviours declaring without duress.
This is how we undid all this.

Witch, witch; hypocrite.
You want me but I don’t want it.

Scouring deep in the trash,
Life is but a flash.
Built unto the victims,
Soon I might become conniptions.

Is this really the end?
Or will I be at it again?
A day late and a buck short.
Period you wish to abort.
So tell me if I’m right or wrong?
Because so much dallying has gone on.
From the source of the poison,
To the wear on my kin.
I am confused so I must be losing.

Witch, witch; hypocrite.
You want me but I don’t want it.
Witch, witch; hypocrite.
You want me but I don’t want it.

Sanctioned I run from the prize.
Too late for me to realise.
Butchered corners are leaning in.
Possession is just a meaning.

Fabrication for your cause of ash.
Maligned and redundant cash.
Name and face are just a ruse.
Too busy digging to satisfy you.
Barter until you reach a shelf.
Then dump it into a vessel without health.
Extort like it is your chore.
Martyr, don’t you come and see;
What is here is missing baby.

Witch, witch; hypocrite.
You want me but I don’t want it.
Witch, witch; hypocrite.
You want me but I don’t want it.

You wanted bustle and that’s what you have now.
Leading us around like a headless zombie cow.
Wish I could lie and say things will improve.
Each day results in another thoughtless move.
Sanctioned by madness with a beat of the drum.
It’s like you want this place to become a slum.
Empty borders with bodies piled high.
Listen to us is the dying cry.

Obsessed with the few to whom you bow.
All this suffering is what you did allow.
Frayed cords will not suspend the dread.
This state is turning the darkest red.
Polarise the masses without a care.
No way will you admit to causing despair.
Arrogant and blind you’re fixed on lies.
Hence why you are so despised.

Brittle are the backs of the many who break.
Under these stars you we do forsake;
Crushed under mountains you are the cause.
Too busy blabbing to acknolwedge your flaws.
Outline of sin you damned all you could.
Never did you think if you should.
Names attached to those departed.
Proof you are so black hearted.

Woven from dirt you think you’re a king.
Not sure if you’re even a human being.
Blind and stubborn you have not a clue.
If you’re not careful we’ll be coming for you.
For complicity in death makes you the killer.
At no point would you be considered a pillar.
Authority of soot, your morals are spent.
Pity you don’t know how to repent.

Branded and labelled as you deserve.
Worst of the bile that we can observe.
Joke if you must but it won’t change a thing.
All your mistakes you believe you can wring.
To take your place sat amongst the greats.
No one will let you through those gates.
Bankrupt and ruined will be your name.
Outplayed yourself in your own dumb game.

Encode and design, we will crack time.
What is the goal, if not for control?

Down in the dirt where the masses do gather.
We are the ones who breed and blather.
Offer statments through the maze.
Forever seeking voluminous praise.
Cause what we need is another shot.
Yet to inform it can’t be bought.
But that doesn’t mean it hits the spot.
Especially when our minds begin to rot.
It’s what we get for sinking in.
For swimmining in the code region.
Not a place for organic form.
It was meant for the machine born.

Encode and design, we will crack time.
What is the goal, if not for control?

Relink this to the next open node you see.
It’s as easy as counting from one to three.
Just looks complicated to the novice eye.
Either way you should give it a try.
Cause after that you can dive right in.
Search from wall to core system.
But whether you can get past the view,
Well I won’t spoil a thing for you.
It has to be ‘seen’ to be believed.
Not an image that can just be retrieved.
For the full effect would be lost.
Neither man nor machine wishes to pay that cost.

Encode and design, we will crack time.
What is the goal, if not for control?

Patchwork frame made of pure data.
Thousand years since it became a beta.
No it’s now on release number four.
Leave those worries at the digital door.
But heed the warnings we first offered you.
Spend too long in here your mind will stew.
And if you think that’s bad it gets far worse.
Your body will wither like it’s suffering a curse.
Past that this is all at your disposal.
If you want an answer simply submit the proposal.
Minds and machines will be happy to aid.
You really don’t have to look quite so afraid.

Encode and design, we will crack time.
What is the goal, if not for control?

Pins dig between my fingers.
Cannot say it only lingers.
Itch for which I know no cure.
Seems all it does is act as lure.

Hook in the mouth to drag me in.
Every moment feels like sin.
What should be right I’m told is wrong.
Punishment is running on too long.

Pick my pieces shattered from mold.
Before and after has turned ice cold.
Sense of semblance lost to chatter.
Brain little more than a scatter.

Picture perfect false decree.
Body woven into lifes tapestry.
Second late to declare my stance.
Upon my future grave they swear to dance.

Desperately I climb on.
Forgotten where I’m from.
Pause in state I can’t settle.
Degradation of my mettle.
Bottomed out and I refuse;
Will not match what you accuse.
Monster in the recessed corner.
I am not just a mourner.

Take these chains and leave me be.
Peace is not the same as misery.
Know my wishes and don’t betray.
This is from where I will begin reconvey.

Feeling the sweat run down my back.
Not sure if I am still on track.
Vision blurred and muscles ache,
Yet all the same I push through it.
Not a dereliction to my duty.
Self-appointed and lacking beauty.
I do what I must and hope it’s enough.
Life one day might call my bluff.
If it comes I’ll work on through.
Not giving up on me no matter so…
Prepare for flames to burn brighter still.
My intensity could well make me ill.
Change is what you should attempt.
Those words I refused to accept.
Have a limit I know that now.
Just have to manage it somehow.
Doesn’t mean I will not falter or fail.
What it does mean is what I will continue to prevail.
Pull myself back from the brink.
Not let my mind and body sink.
Drop down from the summit to which I’ve scaled.
Yet if it happens I can still retread the path I trailed.

Strange sense of emptiness in my chest.
Part of me forever laid to rest.
Duty bound and reigning long.
Could not prepare for this day to come.

Lost in a spin that doesn’t quite feel real.
You gave so much in every single reel.
But truthfully there are not enough words,
To convey what you’ve done for us.

And so I offer only what I can.
My remorse and to remember long.
While death is final, your place in history is not.
Goodbye Queen you won’t ever be forgot.

Pull the strings, they call me…
Puppet; I’m no master.
Enslaved to life forecaster.

Twister of words and enforcing moves.
Speak what you want it won’t change the truths;
For what has been carved will remain ’til the end.
Weaving the patchwork that demands we do bend.
Out of the pan and into the flames.
Don’t remember a single one of your claims.
Buried waste deep and left to sink down.
Opinion from you is everybodies a clown.
Number on a card that is easily replaced.
Why you have no care for all you’ve erased?

Pull the strings, they call me…
Puppet; I’m no master.
Enslaved to life forecaster.
Bitter from the bastard.
Soon I will be scattered.

Foray into the minds of your flock.
In actual truth you see them as stock.
A plentiful resource used to feed your ego.
It’s why you hate when one says no.
Feed them to machines designed for the kill.
Such a display gives you a real thrill.
It’s why you indulge and scream with glee.
Remnants are treated like unwanted debris.
What a disgrace toward something precious.
If only justice would come to bless us.

Pull the strings, they call me…
Puppet; I’m no master.
Enslaved to life forecaster.
Bitter from the bastard.
Soon I will be scattered.

But don’t walk the alleys or you might not survive.
You know better than to expose your suicide.
For we the people will put you against the wall.
And what you’d hear would be a final call.

Pull the strings, they call me…
Puppet; I’m no master.
Enslaved to life forecaster.
Bitter from the bastard.
Soon I will scattered.

Picking at the scabs that stitch my skin.
Wondering if there is a way in;
To this house that was a home.
Once it was all I had know.
Yet now I’m…
Rifling through streets alone.
Sick and tired of the roam.
Cause I’m walking concrete without shoes.
Feels like every day I lose.

Damned me to constant when I’m not respondant.
Who were you to judge me?
Ripped through the memories as if you have necessity.
I can’t think straight!
Ligatures of torment have made me irrelevant.
I’m not pestilant, so stop!

Ravaged by the counter deep within.
Pain just keeps on coming.
With scars across my hands.
Proof I once had plans.
All long gone…
Cause your words have become fact.
I can’t get away from that.
Even with my feet red and bleeding.
Feel I should be pleading.

Damned me to constant when I’m not respondant.
Who were you to judge me?
Ripped through the memories as if you have necessity.
I can’t think straight!
Ligatures of torment have made me irrelevant.
I’m not pestilant, so stop!

Vanish from the face of this world.
Would anyone remember I whirled?
Against the ravings spoke by you.
Pretty sure they’re lost now too.
Sad to say but its true.
You won, congratulations we’re through.
Knives still stuck into my back.
Can’t get them out from where there at.
It’s why I am stained in red.
To be truthful I should be dead.
But you cursed me!
So now I am stuck right here.
Nothing but a broken gear,
Who once sat in the machine.
It was a time most serene.
Those days are gone!
Yet I still live on!

Grind the bones into dust.
In these words all should trust.
Not a statement I plan to follow.
Every word seems empty and hollow.
But this is the promise!

Straightjacket the world into place.
Universal hell head space.

Bear witness under the flag.
Perhaps all is well says the rag…
Tag bunch who still gleam with hope.
To be honest they should be fixed on nope.
And that is the issue!

Sedate the masses with just a taste.
Overindulged extremist nutcase.

Proclaim peace while holding a gun.
Doesn’t a madman sound real fun?
No choice in election will come round here.
Better be prepared for the mountains of fear.
Still suspended in ignorance!

Electrocution might offer a chance.
Strike right to your organs like several lance.

It is why you need to see,
All the suffering around daily.
Plus desensitised is no excuse,
Only a word that ties off the noose.
Harsh to here but its about time.
The whole world is crossing a line.
Babies in bombshells and we can’t repel,
Each offer we are given to sell.
But don’t look to others as if it is them.
We are all here and that should mean something.

Straightjacket the world into place.
Universal hell head space.
Sedate the masses with just a taste.
Overindulged extremist nutcase.
Electrocution might offer a chance.
Strike right to your organs like several lance.

What a way to go!
You should say no!
This ain’t a show!
Stop with this throw!