[00:00.00] 作曲 : Ryan Williams/Trevor Strnad/Ryan Knight/Shannon Lucas/Brian Eschbach
[00:02.91]Born into a life of suffering, scientific prodding, it now begins
[00:06.99]Vestigial extremities, a twisted mass of skin
[00:10.44]It looks like a monster, but they swear it's human too
[00:14.25]Don't be scared, it could be me or you
[00:18.72]One simple helix misconstrued
[00:19.50]The world of science finds it beautiful
[00:21.84]The child is deemed a male
[00:24.84]And beneath the glowing light is grown
[00:27.99]Can it feel human love?
[00:29.25]No one would waste a drop on such a thing
[00:32.31]Eyeless abomination, hideously disheartening
[00:33.81]Machines inflate its weakened lungs
[00:38.46]Sustained by liquid foods
[00:40.68]Pinkish, throbbing aberration
[00:41.61]Anomalous abortion, living on
[00:44.16]Monitored, observed and when it finally passes
[00:50.49]Internal organs will be splayed to find what therein lies
[00:53.82]Unlock the secrets of the spine
[00:59.40]Its mysteries will baffle modern medicine for centuries to come
[01:34.74]What god will it plead unto
[01:35.34]A life spent on display in microscopic detail
[01:37.56]X-ray shows within an intestinal maze
[01:40.08]The operating theatre awaits
[01:46.50]Can it feel human love?
[01:47.82]No one would waste a drop on such a thing
[01:50.88]Eyeless abomination; hideously disheartening
[01:53.31]It looks a monster, but they swear it's human, too
[01:57.66]Truth is that it could've been me or you
[02:02.43]One simple helix misconstrued
[02:06.06]He would look better floating in a jar
[02:08.49]Cataloged, carried out, this life of hell comes to an end
[02:10.92]Monitored, observed and when it finally passes
[02:18.45]Internal organs will be splayed to find what therein lies
[02:21.36]Unlock the secrets of the spine
[02:26.07]Its mysteries will baffle modern medicine for centuries to come
[02:27.75]His sad existence in the gleam of a waiting scalpel
[02:33.39]A sick example; a selection most unnatural
[02:39.54]Illuminating fortune and fragility
[02:42.00]We may never know the meaning of its short and tortuous life