up on the ladder the insides are removed we slide like slime through the flock paper walls but as youre not really listening you wont notice at all we are empty and confused it barely keeps us amused these are bad clothes for rich folks who have joined the master race all we want is to be like you we beg for the scraps from your table there is really no need to fear were the orchestra at the ball trussed up in tuxedoes for slaveships unforgiving . pencil sharp. well at least. you look the part.