Apart from its brother inside of the womb,
And the only one shrieking in spite of the pain
Is a well-oiled surgeon without any gloves.
Who knows how many brothers inside of the womb,
Stuck between horses, shedding their skin,
Saw the well-oiled surgeon without any gloves,
Sharpening shark teeth and making them numb?
While stuck between horses, shedding their skin,
A dry, dead snow is starting to fall.
They're sharpening shark teeth and making them numb,
Like a doctor gassing his open right palm.
The dry, dead snow is piling up high
While they use the ground to make him feel nice,
And when the doctor's done gassing his open right palm
The saw sinks deep, in spite of the pain.
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