New Millenium Cyanide Christ?

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