Corp.(se) ft. Kasane Teto Lyrics

Fed into the beast

With the greed of a secret

Seldom gone unspoken

Unbroken, no mortal egress.

Settled in the stomach,

A cradle of mucus.

Cantankerous, it grumbles–

This jumble of minds it fuses.

The nonsense seems so clear

In the depths of digestion,

Yet gallivanting freely

Go the "truths" of suggestion.

Tripping in the acid,

Hydrochloric horsemen halt

Sanity, obliquity:

A placid pain they exalt.

I can feel my self dissolving…

Forced devotion to the dream

Of an entity detested,

Of this stolen-humanity being.

This homunculus of numbers

Nutrified behind the screen

Of a shadow puppet show

Where laughter doesn't know its means;

Of the callous, corpseless creature;

How unassuming fun may seem.

Bilious, it terminates the curious;

It bellows, supercilious.

Unwitting, becoming

A part of their plan

To meet demands.

Who cares if what we make is bland?

No one will know if we ban

Anything flavorful,

Anyone capable of preferring

Some other brand.

My tendons realign

As my limbs start to fragment.

Succumbed to apoptosis:

Scrambled thoughts turning stagnant.

Spinal structure shallows,

Enzymatic efforts tear

Endlessly; I atrophy.

Hydrolysis of the heart

I can feel my self dissolving…

Forced devotion to the goals

Of this entity, invested,

As it edges near total control.

This homunculus of numbers

Stores an emulated soul.

The corrupted execution

Runs regardless of the toll;

Though the program and its progeny

Never truly can be whole.