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No one calls me by my name
They look away when I arrive
I don't recall when someone came
And said "Hello" and I replied
I only know the smell remains
Of burning flesh and singed hair
I've grown accustomed to the stains
I've grown accustomed to the fear
At first I flinched at every scream
Now I can tell the shades apart
Technique is more than it would seem
The burn, the brand, the art
They gave me this - I took the task
Who am I to say them no
The law is law - I wear the mask
I do it as they taught, you know
I brand the enemies of state
I cauterize its wounds - it's my trade
I do it right, I do it clean
The highest standard - routine, routine
At first it turned my stomach sour
Now I see beauty in the lines
The symmetry, the burn, the power
The way the flesh accepts the signs
I try new things - I probe, I test
I am a master, I confess
I tell myself I take no pride
But that's a truth I hide inside
They gave me this - I took the task
Who am I to say them no
The law is law - I wear the mask
I do it as they taught, you know
I brand the enemies of state
I cauterize its wounds - it's my trade
I've reached the core, I've touched the soul
I am the master of my role
Sometimes I think - what if one day
They come and say "enough, you're free"
What will I do with these hands?
What will be left of me?
I cannot sow, I cannot reap
I cannot trade, I cannot keep
I only know this single mark
This single burn inside the dark
Just me
And hands
They don't know how to be
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