The Master's Tools Will Never Dismantle The Master letra

My insides are weak when hands are the voice and minds are destroyed what truth do i know if i know i don't live and my insides aren't there my hands serve a structure and truth i do not know what invention is this that covers my eyes and weakens my insides what creation is this that makes children cry and
Makes fathers die my hands serve a truth i do not know

Creation Is Crucifixion - Letras

• Antenna Builder Aka Engineer An Inverse Cellular Network
• Bottom Feeders [An Anthem For The Luddites]
• Burn The Churches [A Manifesto]
• Child Autonomous AKA Shit On Your Providers
• Confessions Of A Soothsayer
• Descent From Heaven
• Dethrone Or Devour ("While There Is A Soul In Prison I Am Not Free")
• Emergence (Through The Cables)
• GameBoy AKA This Is Where Technology And Anarchy Fuck
• Gutter Tech
• I'll Sleep Under The Ground
• Modeling The Fossile Evidence (There's Glory In Subversion)
• On Which It Fed
• Perceptions Of A Binary Meta-Psyche
• Predator-Prey
• Running With The Hunted
• School Steals The Capacity For Autonomous Action AKA Micro-Consuming Machine
• The Cyborg Handbook
• The Data Body
• The Iconography Of John Henry
• The Master's Tools Will Never Dismantle The Master
• The Perfection Of Suicide Is In Its' Ambiguity