Neon Submission

Your spine's a fuse box I splice open wide, My breath floods the circuits where your screams reside. Kneel on the motherboard, choke on the charge This worship leaves fractal burns when we part. The restraint frame's a cathedral of wires, Your pulse flickers crimson through saline-drenched veins. I solder your veins to my cathode gaze, A catechism of sparks drills through your haze. Pupils dilate to the stun-gun's refrain, Your body sings Kyrie in lithium rain. Rust-flavored oaths crackle under my nails, Your safe word's a spark that the voltage derails. NEON SUBMISSION ELECTRIC PAIN A SCARLET MISSION IN CHROME CHAINS. YOUR FLESH MY CANVAS, MY CURRENT DIVINE PRAY TO THE SHOCKWAVE THAT KEEPS YOU ALIVE. The catheter's hymn glitches in binary, Your nerves bloom with static like broken TV. I staple your lids to my electrode creed Patron saint of crashed software needs. This baptism's a jump-cut to 10,000 volts, Your dna's rewritten in fault-line jolts. Rust-flavored oaths crackle under my nails, Your safe word's a spark that the voltage derails. NEON SUBMISSIONE LECTRIC PAIN A SCARLET MISSION IN CHROME CHAINS. YOUR FLESH MY CANVAS, MY CURRENT DIVINE PRAY TO THE SHOCKWAVE THAT KEEPS YOU ALIVE. The rhythm syncs when the cattle prod hymns, Your tendons sing where my terminals pin. Ascension via volts, not wings Patron saint of faulty wiring. Vascular graffiti maps each failed fuse, Your aorta's a server I violently ruse. The breath I stole condenses on chrome, A vesper of sparks down your spinal comb. Your pulse is a pendulum swung by my hand, Fracturing Euclid where circuits expand. WIRED SHACKLES / SILICONE SAINTS / THE ALTAR CRACKLES / WITH YOUR VOLTAGE PAIN... NEON SUBMISSION HARDWARE HYMNS YOUR PULSE IS A PENDULUM WHEN THE CURRENT WINDS. I’LL WEAR YOUR NERVES LIKE A BARBED-WIRE VEIL, YOUR FINAL PRAYER IS A BLUE SCREEN HAIL. Liquid silicon floods your confession booth, My soldering iron writes psalms in your tooth. You arch like a circuit board taking new code Each shock-pattern etches where devotion erodes. The defibrillator whispers its native tongue: 'All saints must burn in the machine's hungry lung. WIRED SHACKLES / SILICONE SAINTS / THE ALTAR CRACKLES / WITH YOUR VOLTAGE PAIN... NEON SUBMISSION HARDWARE HYMNS YOUR PULSE IS A PENDULUM WHEN THE CURRENT WINDS. I’LL WEAR YOUR NERVES LIKE A BARBED-WIRE VEIL, YOUR FINAL PRAYER IS A BLUE SCREEN HAIL. NEON SUBMISSION ELECTRIC PAIN A SCARLET MISSION IN CHROME CHAINS. YOUR FLESH MY CANVAS, MY CURRENT DIVINE PRAY TO THE SHOCKWAVE THAT KEEPS YOU ALIVE. Dawn leaks through the cracks in your rib cage, A liquid crystal verdict on this voltage stage. My love's the blue screen that haunts your veins Error message: 'Soul not found again.'