The Dig

When you awake I will make sure your fate has been chosen.
Your legs have been shaved and the name on your driver's license is changed.
We'll arrange a cute face and the curve of a shiny new waist.
It's only your head that we haven't yet seemed to replace.
Don't be scared like a tired bird flying through rain.
Today, you're ready for the dig.

You dig like a natural. Man, you’re an animal faced with starvation.
The doctors are ready. We’ll miss you but won't make mistakes.
You're dug-out now. Cowards could kiss you for flying the flagship.
Don't ask us how but we clipped off the end of your wingtips.
Don't be scared like a tired bird flying through sand.
Oh man, you're ready for the dig.

When you awake I will make sure your fate has been fastened
To a placated casket of fingers and flesh and eye sockets.
Digging through scoops of your memory’s fluid we found that
The body you had wanted nothing to do with your mind man.
Don't be scared like a tired bird flying through glue.
Now you are ready for the dig.