Lyrics Clockwise Metamorphosis - Tomb Mold

Clockwise Metamorphosis

With the power to project your thoughts to the gods
There is no need to speak
The voice is never heard
The subject moves as if in a state of permanent seizure
All sense and signals monitored
By corrupted neuropathologists
On multiple screens there do they broadcast
What the ocular spine can photograph
What progress could be made from distorted images?
These scientific deviants overlooked the most crucial piece:
The can not process what they can not see
The test subject found their purpose:
For humanity to progress
The degraded
The debased and the wrecked
Must be executed
With the power to project your thoughts and so much more
Death can be sentenced without laying a hand