Tell me what makes you a man?
Is it the metal wire inside?
They twist and bend into shape, molded just right.
What makes you aware?
Can you feel the glass in your flesh?
Scratching under your paper skin?
It rips when you undress.
Whats inside your head?
Tilt and hear it rattle.
Let them roll around.
Little screams and growls.
Listen to them now.
Tackle and hold them down.
Dare to stop and cut a hole.
Shake and empty them out.
look at the blood on your hands.
Is this what it means to be man?
