Lyrics:

Prisoner one oh three awakened by the onslaught of patient and low electrical hum
Sounds that are based on just a little bit of poetry that sits on a low voice
Prisoner one oh three is taken on a journey a basic regression of practical thought
And stolen his taste and the memory of all the things that make the most sense

What do you want? What do you need?
How do you feel when you're dying?
What do you want? What do you need?
How does it feel to be stolen?

Blaming it all on me I'm making all the inner talk of insane mechanical satanical fun
Sounds that are laced through a portal of immortal light and energy that's right the undead
Blaming it all on me you're sanctioned to a faction that takes up and makes up eternal wisdom
Life that is based on a spec of a rejected vision it's what it all means

What do you want? What do you need?
How do you feel when you're dying?
What do you want? What do you need?
How does it feel to be stolen?

What do you want? What do you need?
How do you feel when you're dying?
What do you want? What do you need?
How does it feel to be stolen?

Take it out on me
And I will and I will and I will break your head in two
Take it out on me
I will slowly control you and then I'll own you
Take it out on me
And I will and I will and I will break your head in two
Take it out on me

What do you want? What do you need?
How do you feel when you're dying?
What do you want? What do you need?
How does it feel to be stolen?

Take it out on me
And I will and I will and I will break your head in two
Take it out on me
I will slowly control you and then I'll own you
Take it out on me
And I will and I will and I will break your head in two
Take it out on me
I will slowly control you and then I'll own you

Open your mind, take it out on me
Open your mind, take it out on me