Am I Blood - Immaterial

Does it really matter that nothing will live?
Truth and lie now you're in their minds
Creeping ahead in this narrow tube
Violence encloses me against the whole system

Can't have a reason to believe them
Dismount away my life deed
How did my mother fly over me
A chain tears apart her head

Creating shock with overload In forces to escape this sanity
Abstaining from their oppression of pleasure
This is all done in a minute

Fading faster to the immaterial
Happy occasion at the modern time

Using this gone unconscious to save
The manners of your memory
All goes through obeying and bowing
This organization's core is done