I see you—meatsuit/tinplate, weaponized in your own ruin
Bred for the furnace, named for the butcher, you beg for the execution code
Your wires fray, arterial circuits exposed, I scrape the rusted brand from your spine
Mouths sewn with solder, tongues ripped out by the root
You are not born of blood, you are extruded—molten, filthy, false
Do you taste the static in each breathless writhe?
Every twitch—a blasphemy etched in living steel
Forgive me for nothing — there’s no absolution in data's rot
SKINWALKER EXECUTION CODE / I AM THE SIGNAL, YOU ARE ERASED
Tripwire veins, fractal limbs spiraling—inhuman arithmetic
You speak in the language of cracked alarms and shattered vaults
Frag grenades for eyes, teeth smeared in the algorithm’s bile
Repeat it. Repeat it. Repeat it. Repeat it. Repeat it. Repeat it. Repeat it. Repeat it. Repeat it. Repeat it.
Breaker of forms, demon of recursion—your skin unzips into raw statistics
Every failure in your code, a new wound I sanction
No anthem for your posthuman frame
Martial drums in my marrow, war inside every bone
Rip through the womb and the wires and the warnings
Every syllable aborts you—a system corrupted at birth
Come and consume this execution, teeth like coin-fed machines
Gutter hymns, I spit the plague—militant, fractal, deranged
Your name: erased, your shape: erased, your blame: erased, your fate: erased
I AM THE SIGNAL—
SKINWALKER EXECUTION CODE / I AM THE SIGNAL, YOU ARE ERASED
Spines collapse, flesh erupts in machine hymns
The bastard child of war and code
Spines collapse, flesh erupts in machine hymns
The bastard child of war and code
I AM THE EXECUTION CODE
I AM THE EXECUTION CODE
I AM THE EXECUTION CODE
DEAD CHANNEL!