- cifra   
  
      
   You never got to bloom 
 They cut you from the stem 
 You're innocent at birth 
 Until you understand 
    Repeat every word that you say to me 
 They put you to use or put you to sleep 
 I can't tell you the difference between 
 An embryo or a planted seed   
 So many shades of white 
 So many shades of pale 
 I know what you hate 
 So I do it constantly   
 Many shades of white 
 Many shades of pale 
 I know how to cut 
 A wound that will not heal   
 Consistancy of dirt 
 Insects that spun your silk 
 They wait for gratitude 
 They wait for mother's milk   
 Repeat every word that you say to me 
 They put you to use or put you to sleep 
 I can't tell you the difference between 
 An embryo or a planted seed   
 So many shades of white 
 So many shades of pale 
 I know what you hate 
 So I do it constantly   
 Many shades of white 
 Many shades of pale 
 I know how to cut 
 A wound that will not heal