Lunacy

Throw your life away Suckling pruned decay Intrude, colossal hemispheres Induce madness upon him "Look what you have made me do" "It could not have been my fault" Oh, how he yearns for a mechanical brain Oh, how he yearns for a mechanical brain "Maybe it was an honest mistake?" "Take this part out, sew my brain shut" In time, he'll recall the good in you 'Girl of Gold,' a tactician in review Flint once sparked the tinder Illusions reached optical limits He has been torn in half Encroach on the madness! He'll wildly gear up To be paralyzed In sleep (leave) Oh, how he yearns for a mechanical brain "A hut, made of mud Messages delivered through apparitions Warning me of voyeurs Of differing contours They told me to go back To go back and fill the cracks So that they can't see me for who I am A man for which the tactician can distract" Watch now As he burns illusions down Take in his crass, mumbled words Absorb them all to use as a lure Jot down the chaos he seeps Simply ignore all he's beseeched Behold, a starved, hapless lunatic But he can't just throw his life away Throw your life away, pruned decay Senseless blowback Unclear mind hack A barb in his back Senseless, the torment will stack An engine of chaos will turn An engine of chaos churns Whispers of a branded life Ornamented by her awful cries Her choice pressed him to lunacy Oh, how he yearns for a mechanical brain Throw your life away Suckling pruned decay "Suckling pruned decay Chokes off Pruned decay Chokes off her twisted face" Accept fate, in your relic glow