New Millennium Cyanide Christ - Live - Clean

I'm a carnal, organic anagram. human flesh instead of written letters.
 I rearrange my pathetic tissue. I incise. I replace. I'm reformed.
 I eradicate the fake pre-present me. Elevate me to a higher human form.
 The characters i am, made into a word complete, then i'll be the new norm.
 Self inflicted fractures; I replace my bones with bars.
 Aluminum bleeding oxide; the drug of gods into my pounding veins.
 My receiving eyes exchanged with fuses; blindness induced to prevent destruction.
 Ceramic blades implanted past my ribs to save me from the dues of inhalation.
 I tear my worldly useless skin. Staples to pin it over my ears.
 Non-receptive of ungodly sounds - I disable the audio-generators of fear.
 Hexagonal bolts to fill my mouth, sharpened to deplete the creator of all violence;
 Without speech there will be no deceit
 Baptized in vitriolic acid, a final touch, a smoothing of features.
 Completion of the greatest art; to cast the godly creatures.
 Humans, once astray; made divine, stripped of congenital flaws.
 We're incandescent revelations in a world of darkened forms.
 Disciples! Come join with me to save a failed humanity.
 Follow the god of cyanide into the new eternity.
 Behold! A sacrificial race a cleansing worshipping of pain.
 The new millenium christ here to redeem all from lies.