Point the camera at the baby
Shoot the mother giving birth
the blood run down the table
Close-up to the after-birth
Push the mike into the mouth of the womb
Tape the sound
of fading life
Edit out the sounds of displease
Ask the feelings of a dead
Here come the tripod men, Pulling
focus and closing ?
Here come the tripod men, close your eyes and we'll..
the camera doesnt change things
To me and you it chooses only one eye
soldier poses, then pulls the trigger
Wipes his hand and waves good-bye