Don't let them see you cry Don't let them see you weak Don't give them any indication That you're human Because if they know you can bleed Then they know that they can kill you And if you're mortal It means they own you Shave your head To keep their fingers out of your hair And swing whatever weapons you can make From what you've got They'll claim they sculpted you from clay To justify leaving their fingerprints on your face But they who say they made you In their own image are only playing God The absent Fathers returning when the tithe is due And when they tell you That you're one of the lucky ones Make them regret they spoke Because their words are never gospel Your kind were the first To make God weep Tell me that's not power First to deny paradise Tell me that's not strength Don't let them take your body Don't let them take you