Prosthetic orchestra

Drug martyr ritual

Prosthetic orchestra
(Self-programming)

Like this world, I shall die
And be reborn from ashes and arise

I must die to be reborn
As the universe burns, the wheel will continue to turn.

-An echoing voice out from the shadows:-

"Beware of how much of a machine you are..."

I fucked your god through the hole in my head!

(I) drug(ged) my martyr upon bushes of thorns
(I) hung my martyr to be reborn
(I) drug(ged) myself upon bushes of thorns
(I) hung myself to be reborn

"You will go my way to feel divine
The slamming of doors behind
A few more pills to save my life
Chance of eternity this moment in time"

You will feel trivial what I feel profound
You will feel trivial of what I have found

(Display self-programming)

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