To the doctor for some surgery
Can someone fix my insecurity?
Assist me please in my blasphemy
I don't like the way he's looking at me
Rusty scalpels and a used I.V.
Docs got his fingers in the orderly
He's cuttin' cuttin, deep deep, he's cuttin' cuttin
I should probably be asleep
I was gonna be a star
But what's a star without a place to fall ?
There's no use for beauty when the lights go out
And on the awkward wait
On the operating
Table will light the way
The place where we smack god right in the face
So take it all away
Quarantine the monster haunting me
Hollywood feels real good
It's hard to see the irony
No antiseptic, no cure for this infection
All the cosmetics are no match for the obsession
There's no escaping my aesthetic tragedy
And on the awkward wait
On the operating
Table will light the way
The place where we smack god right in the face
So take it all away
Quarantine the monster haunting me
These drugs helped but they all ran out
Wounds all seeping now
I can't make a sound
Sutures where wings used to be
Now I finally see
There was nothing wrong with me
Makes me sick
Makes me filthy
Seeker of youth, Victim for you
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