The armless child born under the knife
Lives in doorless rooms her whole life
The armless child runs out into the night
Lives on everything yours leaves behind
No, you don’t hear them
No, you don’t see them
No, you don’t feel them
No, you don’t need them
Your hallucinations do not entertain them
Your 12 foot walls will never contain them
Father, I’m going out
Into a wall of snow
Will I ever come back home?
Body temperature becomes so low
The armless child thrown into the wild
A new caged hunt when your heart runs dry
The armless child, harmless by design
Reflects only what you have inside
No, you don’t hear them
No, you don’t see them
No, you don’t feel them
No, you don’t need them
Your myths try hard to miseducate them
Your magnetic heads cannot erase them
Going out across the sand
Save me from Americans
Can they see me? I don’t know.
Heart rate getting dangerously low