Everyone is born inside of photo-booths here
With stolen names
And birthdays
That make no sense

They have to be told to
Feel what they feel
These manufactured missing children
Are really here

And they're innocent
They're innocent
And not innocent at all

A yellowed man in a wheelchair
Won't let me sleep
Laminated scrambled eggs
Are all that we'll eat

This is why I go
Inside myself

And I'm innocent
I'm innocent
And not innocent at all

There is nothing left to see here
There is nothing left to see
Nothing isn't ever wrong with me


Lyrics submitted by maninthewomb

Manufactured Missing Children song meanings
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