Chains defined by
The thoughts in my mind
Circular logic
Circular saws
Grinding
And in night time,
Those thoughts sit inside
Heresy
Blasphemy
Surgery
Cold porcelain panels greet my skin
The shiver contradicted by the warmth within
I go down
Cut it open, look inside the rot
Just the image, I queeze at the thought
Let it die
The bathroom floor,
An operating table
A place of healing
This cold bed of rest
I now give myself up to it
This surgical table
The saws descend
45°, 90°, 120° inward
I have to get better
I have to learn how to control myself
It's important
It's the most important thing I could do
I can't
I just can't
I just can't
This evil, it beckons me
This spiteful jealousy
It's a pathetic type of pain
One I'm too weak to restrain
It's too much
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Chains defined by
The thoughts in my mind
Circular logic
Circular saws
Grinding
And in night time,
Those thoughts sit inside
Heresy
Blasphemy
Surgery
Cold porcelain panels greet my skin
The shiver contradicted by the warmth within
I go down
Cut it open, look inside the rot
Just the image, I queeze at the thought
Let it die
The bathroom floor,
An operating table
A place of healing
This cold bed of rest
I now give myself up to it
This surgical table
The saws descend
45°, 90°, 120° inward
I have to get better
I have to learn how to control myself
It's important
It's the most important thing I could do
I can't
I just can't
I just can't
This evil, it beckons me
This spiteful jealousy
It's a pathetic type of pain
One I'm too weak to restrain
It's too much
The thoughts in my mind
Circular logic
Circular saws
Grinding
And in night time,
Those thoughts sit inside
Heresy
Blasphemy
Surgery
Cold porcelain panels greet my skin
The shiver contradicted by the warmth within
I go down
Cut it open, look inside the rot
Just the image, I queeze at the thought
Let it die
The bathroom floor,
An operating table
A place of healing
This cold bed of rest
I now give myself up to it
This surgical table
The saws descend
45°, 90°, 120° inward
I have to get better
I have to learn how to control myself
It's important
It's the most important thing I could do
I can't
I just can't
I just can't
This evil, it beckons me
This spiteful jealousy
It's a pathetic type of pain
One I'm too weak to restrain
It's too much
Writer: Drake Klausing
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