I've been scraped hollow--
An embalmed corpse force-fed with fluid
'Til I'm bloated and artificially plump,
But who can tell the difference?
We're so convincing, we bloated corpses,
Pumped full again like flat tires
We walk the earth in a daze,
Deaf and dumb and depleted and sore--
Our eyes droop, our knees spit and hiss,
Saggy skin and broken bones,
Yet somehow we blend in.