Artificial for these strictly conscious times   Organic prosthesis with a view to paying in kind      To ease the guilt of scores of undignified ends   Strung up, disemboweled right out of the pen      So unbeknowing in their anonymity   'Cause when you're marked for death   Ears switch off to the screams      Primal urges, blindly cull, tear and chew   Remember, don't scorn what God gave to you   God gave to you      Reverting, technologically advanced   Yet bloodily we regress   Reversal, looking forward to   A pressure bolt through the head?      Numbness, second only to dumbness   Sure, they don't feel a thing   Travesty, communication block   Ensures no further usage      Travesty   Travesty   Travesty