Born into a life of suffering, scientific prodding, it now begins Vestigial extremities, a twisted mass of skin
It looks like a monster, but they swear it's human too Don't be scared, it could be me or you One simple helix misconstrued The world of science finds it beautiful The child is deemed a male And beneath the glowing light is grown
Can it feel human love? No one would waste a drop on such a thing Eyeless abomination, hideously disheartening
Machines inflate its weakened lungs Sustained by liquid foods Pinkish, throbbing aberration Anomalous abortion, living on
Monitored, observed and when it finally passes Internal organs will be splayed to find what therein lies Unlock the secrets of the spine Its mysteries will baffle modern medicine for centuries to come
What god will it plead unto A life spent on display in microscopic detail X-ray shows within an intestinal maze The operating theatre awaits
Can it feel human love? No one would waste a drop on such a thing Eyeless abomination; hideously disheartening
It looks a monster, but they swear it's human, too Truth is that it could've been me or you One simple helix misconstrued
He would look better floating in a jar Cataloged, carried out, this life of hell comes to an end
Monitored, observed and when it finally passes Internal organs will be splayed to find what therein lies Unlock the secrets of the spine Its mysteries will baffle modern medicine for centuries to come
His sad existence in the gleam of a waiting scalpel A sick example; a selection most unnatural Illuminating fortune and fragility We may never know the meaning of its short and tortuous life