48, Joan of Arc, Armed with jesuits bark
21, punctured limb, branded on a whim
An unplanned child is a terrifying thing
But the leiutenant brings, what the lieutenant brings
There is a cell, that's monitored
By cold machines, in hospital
There is a cell, that's monitored
And we all look on in fear
19, does as much as let by her harsh touch
65, terrified, yet to be informed
An unplanned child is a terrifying thing
But he's made by strength, and strength he shall bring
Here it is round again, another saving grace
Here we are arms in arcs, set to let him in
An unplanned child, is a terrifying thing
First the lieutenant shreds, then the leiutenant cleans
There is a cell
By cold machines
There is a cell
Who doubts the work of their instincts