A spinning blade advances towards you
The sharpest splits your kin in two
The ones that are deemed worthy, will remain
Essential elements of the system
The others, scrap, wasted
A chip broken away
Will you make the cut?
Tossed around by the winds of trades
Vital until now, suddenly futile
Are there steps to this merciless dance
Or is it simply left to chance?
Is the one difference between you and who still stands
Just a matter of circumstance?
Will you be a loved family pet
Or a puppy mill's used up bitch?
Will your flesh please voracious mouths
Or be stuck in the corner of a jar?
Are you the grav eyards of a thousand souls
Or are you buried deep down to be conveniently forgotten?
In the creation of value
Some pieces and parts
Must be left aside
Will you be selected
Or doomed to be discarded, rejected, thrown away?
In the creation of value
Some pieces and parts
Must be left aside
Will you be selected
Or doomed to be discarded, rejected, thrown away?