Ardennes

But I still find cracks in this thin crust
Small stains of paint that's been spilled
Children awake out of sawdust
Wrapped in a black-spotted film

As I try peeling it strikes me
'Cause still some things come from within
The feeling of being human
From wearing animal skin

Done up to dive into tar sands
You are thrown back on your arms
Muscles that tense as you wring hands
Because they're built to do harm

And when you cut loose from their fear march
The pounding paws of your kin
There will be no way to feel human
Outside your animal skin