Routing Her Convulsions by Tyranny Of Shaw Lyrics

Gears and microchips inside her head: she's programmed to lie
I pull her strings and make an effort to cause her discomfort
I pry my fingers against her face, her cellophane-like flesh
I proceed to pull back the skin
To full understand her
I must fully desect her
A scapel incision, I route her synapses...