Bind my limbs with a wire Shape me using only pain Sign my body with white hot iron Crush my bones in your embrace Impale me with your venomous sting Set ablaze my veins sending liquid pain Feed me regurgitated pulp from your throat Give me foul warmth of your swollen stomach Instincts of species preservation mistaken for parental love Caring often devastates the infant But the principle of movement is fulfilled Chew on my flesh to teach me better Skin me and let the light in Cover your arms with stolen wet flesh Shower your body in my boiling blood Rip my torso with your dirty fingernails Eat from my open abdomen Feed me shoving your fist down my throat Leave my skin for the sun to dry In the very root of life lies the movement itself Inherited and bequeathed for good Individual lives and deaths have no meaning at all As long as the movement is preserved So stuff my corpse with dirt Cut the smile in my face Hang me by the ceiling of my room Invite everyone to see Show them your good child Show them your creation