Coming back from surgery, Coming up on seventeen, Some kind of heart-plasty or maybe a lobotomy. Coming back from surgery, Coming up on seventeen, I don't remember how I looked before he got to me. Coming up on twenty-three Cut a piece of skin off me, Never have to wait in line; they never seem to know it's me. And he's standing over me, Wide awake and clenching teeth, "Now it's time," he says "for you to open up so I can see." Caked... all... Caked all over...
Coming back from surgery, Coming up on seventeen, Some kind of heart-plasty or maybe a lobotomy. Coming back from surgery, Coming up on seventeen, I don't remember how I looked before he got to me. Coming up on twenty-three Cut a piece of skin off me, Never have to wait in line; they never seem to know it's me. And he's standing over me, Wide awake and clenching teeth, "Now it's time," he says "for you to open up so I can see." Caked... all... Caked all over...
