Testo A Selection Unnatural

Spawned into a life of suffering
Scientific prodding now begins
Vestigial extremities
A twisted mass of skin
It looks a monster, but they swear it's human too
Truth is that it could've been me or you
One simple helix misconstrued
The world of science finds it beautiful
The child is deemed a male
And beneath the glowing lights it's grown
Can it feel human love?
No one would waste a drop on such a thing
Eyeless abomination
Hideously disheartening

Machines inflate its weakened lungs
Sustained by liquid foods
Pinkish, throbbing aberration
Anomalous abortion living on

Monitored, observed
And when it finally passes Internal organs will be splayed
To find what therein lies
Unlock the secrets of the spine
Its mysteries will baffle modern medicine
For centuries to come

What god will it plead unto?
A life spent on display in microscopic detail
X-ray shows within an intestinal maze
The operating theater awaits

Can it feel human love?
No one would waste a drop on such a thing
Eyeless abomination
Hideously disheartening

It looks a monster, but they swear it's human too
Truth is that it could've been me or you
One simple helix misconstrued

He would look better floating in a jar
Catalogued and carried out
This life of hell comes to an end

Monitored, observed
And when it finally passes
Internal organs will be splayed
To find what therein lies
Unlock the secrets of the spine
Its mysteries will baffle modern medicine
For centuries to come

It's sad existence in the gleam of the waiting scalpel
A sick example of selection most unnatural
Illuminating fortune and fragility
We may never know the meaning
Of his short and torturous life