Oh the dismay from the ones who disdain me
Don't sustain me I was never meant to be
Left for me, left for me, what will be left for me?
Infection, infecting, they hold no pure vaccine
Under the knife extract the anguish embroidered in my eyes
Under the knife remove the anger, guilt, and calibrate my mind
As I decay deprivation intervenes
Here's a bouquet for your plastic empathy
Set for me, set for me, what will be set for me?
Dissection, dissecting, I am what you concede
Take this anguish, break this placement