Oh, am I born to die
Walking in circles, waiting to cry
Oh, am I born to scream
After so many days, the cold is less mean
No dignity in life, no dignity in death
Take away my kin, bash in my babies' heads
No room to move my legs, so I stay down instead
Until they slit my throat and package me in sheds
Soon, my bones will become flutes
Soon, I will be something to do
Soon, my eyes will not gaze at the moon
Soon, my flesh will nourish you
Your greed leaves you starving
Your greed leaves you starving
Pray that pain will leave me soon
Soon, my flesh will nourish you
Oh, am I born to feed
Rawness of skin, is it not a sin
To feel excitement as I bleed
Oh, am I born to die
Fatten my thighs to nickel and dime
Too heavy to walk, or to fly
Soon, my bones will become flutes
Soon, I will be something to do
Soon, my eyes will not gaze at the moon
Soon, my flesh will nourish you
Your greed leaves you starving
Your greed leaves you starving
Pray that pain will leave me soon
Soon, my flesh will nourish you