Disturbance in the Perpetual Screen

<br>[Lyrics: Tetsuo Unit BRJ]<br><br>[Note: not all of these featured in the final song]<br><br>I, wide asleep at 00:13 or so it seems<br>As my eyes roll back to inspect the optic nerves<br>The walls breathe with my exhalation<br>Disgorging our insects to unravel your world <br>My skin attempts to flee<br>A technological trail of vomit, blood and sperm<br>Snakes toward the rotten core<br>Maggots swaying to the rhythm of the universe<br><br>Tear my fingernails out from their tombs<br>Underversal architecture unfolding<br>The sky is pooling on the floor<br>A star or two screams abuse at my face<br>Reach down and pluck a thorn from my side<br>The placenta next to her upon the floor<br>Incapacitated?<br><br>A naked thought, incandesant and burning<br>Primal like the sun, nuclear<br>Will power beaten into submission<br>Instinct rise in domination<br>The insects are gathering to watch intensively<br>Creator of maggots rises, writhing and spitting<br>Pulls me down and in <br>Burrow into rotten flesh, vomiting and twisted in ecstasy<br><br>Teasing amplitudes of nothingness<br>Spun from the unreality chambers<br>I visualise deconstruction as the paramount of my fears<br>Who was this place?<br><br>Interjections of god, trapped in its own creation<br>The unbeliever reels<br>Intelligent equations decimate divinity<br>Formulated infusions of horror<br><br>Peering in they are pleased <br>The torment of the individual<br>Their weapon of mass destruction is the creation of new paradigms<br>No one saw it coming save the sightless messiah<br><br>And who gave it credence?<br>Who stopped to pay attention to a warning of cataclysm<br><br>No one <br><br>And now the end is here and no more cards can be played<br>You have no one to blame but yourselves for your weak hand <br><br>No one.