Whispering Sons Surgery
[Verse 1]
So here I am now, stretched out on the table
I feel like I'm overdressed for the occasion
Some soothing words as preparation
“Are you alright? Because you seem a bit shaken”
Four pairs of hands flying around with some tools
“You're so pale you nearly merge with the room
You will feel a sting, take a deep breath”
Oh please, just bring that needle to my head and-
[Verse 2]
While you're at it, can you cut me some jagged edges
As you can see, this body ain't all that precious
Already battered, a mere vessel
Now hurry up or it will burst under pressure
And be so kind as to open me up wide
Tear out the filth that's piled up inside
I feel sick, take a deep breath
Before they bring the scalpel to my head and-
[Break]
Slowly
Slice
Cut it
Out
Seal me off
A hissing sound
Stitch me up
Tightly now
[Bridge]
Slowly slice, cut it out
Seal me off, a hissing sound
Stitch me up tightly now
Stitch me up tightly now
[Verse 3]
Something in here smells horribly burned
The floor is littered with liquids and dirt
The headrest stained, a deep red shade
I wipe off the blood that's trickling down my face
I will be blessed with a beautiful scar
At least now, I finally look the part
I feel an itch, take a deep breath
As I slowly bring my hands up to my head and-
