Surgery (Part 4)


whose wicked hands would carve this shit
whose wicked hands
would commit
its not me
to contemplate
under your knife
my mind will rest

the surgeon will cut deep
and shall sculpt a better me
the complications we are yet to see
collateral scars will stick on me

whose wicked hands
push the swings
whose wicked hands
place the hits
its not me
to question why
but i must know why
they touch me

the surgeon has cut deep
and has made a better me
function like a human being
for once my clock is ticking.