Crawling up my arm they scratch,
Killing the ones who need a match.
The stars glimmer as we watch,
The immigrant with a scratched up heart.
So bring on the broken, the different, the new! So I can come and conquer, the innocent without one clue!
My puppets fidget as they glare,
At all the hatred everywhere.
At the kings, queens, jesters and dukes,
Knowing the the world was always one
Giant
Fluke.
