Dear Elise, can’t you see We are someone’s broken dreams We are someone’s broken bones Someone’s fatal deadly jones
Expectations we don’t meet Were too big I must admit Disappointment is our flag Surgeon must improve us, surgeon must correct… …us both… …us all…
Dear Elise, can’t you see There’s no shame in treacherous fear Cold as steel, as you and me Being someone’s hope means never to be free
Anesthesia is only for the weak!
Let them call you a cheap crack whore You have no face anymore Let them blame me for this mess I take off your skin as dress We are naked, we are blessed
Blessed!
We are all waiters in the long line to the operating room… their saws squeal so loud… And they’ll shred us, turn us inside out and lance our hell, and shake all nightmares out They’ll see this monster hiding behind the breeding's curtain… Mommy, why don’t you look this way? …Hey… They’ll make incisions, they’ll see all the malunions inherited from childhood’s sunny days
Deformities are even uglier under the light of their cold lamps But they won’t fix it, they just ablate your running legs, they just ablate your killing hands