Routing Her Convulsions Songtext

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...