Screw the innocent I carve my name into your person Territory for rent Taped in the shape of an "x" Golden silence No more than a muffled whimper What scares you more Lost of sight, loss of voice Or the threat of insemination by way of lead Stop crying, you'll unstick the tape How soon they grow up 17 and already reduced to a f** machine Pray to your new god The 16 shot phallice It shall be your savior one day The bruises multiply They're invisible to you, but to me a true work of art