Nameless, they are nameless
Forgotten
No record to contain
No harbor for their memories
Only whispers remain
No record to contain
They came here with promise of Zion
Where none will hurt or make afraid
They went with open arms and trusting hearts
He will cure us, he will hear our pleas
Rebuild us, remake us
Rebuild us, he will remake, in his image, be as saintly as he
Strip us down, break us
Holy, rebuild us, we will be whole
Solace, give us solace
Purge these lascivious thoughts
Burn them from our flesh, pluck them from our eyes
No more to crave our own
Give us truth eternal
Destroy these lies
Break us down to rebuild
With prayers, holocaust these thoughts
They could be me
I could be them
With aversion and prayers
Eyes wide open
I'll make you as straight as any pure man
They did not find Zion in electroshock
There are lists of names and dates
Boys that do that did the same
They knew that they did not belong
They did find a cure: dead fruits hanging from rafters
Bulging twisted mouths
I could be them
Eyes, They could be me
I could be like them
They could be me