Feeding Fingers — Manufactured Missing Children lyrics

Lyrics

Everyone is born inside of photo-booths here
With stolen names
And birthdays
That make no sense
They have to be told to Feel what they feel
These manufactured missing children
Are really here
And they’re innocent
They’re innocent
And not innocent at all
A yellowed man in a wheelchair
Won’t let me sleep
Laminated scrambled eggs
Are all that we’ll eat
This is why I go Inside myself
And I’m innocent
I’m innocent
And not innocent at all
There is nothing left to see here
There is nothing left to see
Nothing isn’t ever wrong with me