If you were to sever my arm I would grow one more As I regenerate I'll still have another four It would not be the first time autonomy has saved me If you were to sever my legs I would grow two more As I regenerate I'll still crawl on the floor These pieces please feel free to keep all for yourself They'll eat and breathe and grow into unsightly things Haunting you with their resemblance of me Though lacking any sort of heart I figure they'll fare better in your company They're all yours now Please keep them well fed because they're all yours now