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I keep my knives sharp Dance around muscle groups like paper Separate so neatly at the joint Falls away easily if you follow my map Embedded in each creature like dotted lines And I trace these with my trusty knife I fabricate Destroy to create this Is it wrong to be so callous? Have I lost my human heart? I can look one in the eyes and I see parts Knives extend my reach in metal I’m an artist in my right Is it wrong or am I evil? I just want to feed you I keep my knives sharp Let the weight trace on these darting fingers Manufactured to be torn apart And I’m skillful in this occupation I can stand and argue virtue With my elbows dripping red Differentiate the living from the dead Is it wrong to call them product When we’re breathing the same air? Is it vicious? Am I evil? I just want to please you We all end up the same way It all ends the same