We are all born with the same gaps in our teeth
Ripped out and torn jagged by straw
So we put lead in our cavities, that pull our jaws to the floor
And put machines through our tongues
To silence the thought that beauty resides in those holes
To gods who fear our half-beating hearts, and warn those who feel them
To a visage of disfigurement who loves all
A mouth full of gasoline and flesh
So creators maim our chest to lead with our eyes
And speak with our heels and wrists so they can always see us
Dry up our wells, lease us with thirst, and beg for god to come
We are not hollow creations who feel with the skin of machine
We are the marrow of our lungs, expelling us into the floor
We are the thoughts of those giants who stood before us
We are the men who machines fear
We are the unwanted smoke of visionaries
We are the steal down our barracks
We are the throat scratched raw from silence
We are a conquest, that’s not to be lost
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