There's nothing so unnerving that turns my stomach more
Than insults to the purpose that you were crafted for
Believing you are useless and letting that sink in
Penetrates much more than just the layers of your skin
The thoughts that slept inside you were shaken from their sleep
And moved at the commandment you uttered through your teeth
So now they walk before you, directing every step
Gathering the people that swallow up your breath
Soon there'll be an army that marches on in lines
Connected at the tailbone, the bases of their spines
The coma they'd evaded was one that they induced
A spirit that convinced them that they were mass produced
Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 1:54 PM UTC
There's nothing so unnerving that turns my stomach more
Than insults to the purpose that you were crafted for
Believing you are useless and letting that sink in
Penetrates much more than just the layers of your skin
The thoughts that slept inside you were shaken from their sleep
And moved at the commandment you uttered through your teeth
So now they walk before you, directing every step
Gathering the people that swallow up your breath
Soon there'll be an army that marches on in lines
Connected at the tailbone, the bases of their spines
The coma they'd evaded was one that they induced
A spirit that convinced them that they were mass produced
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