A SURGEON EMERGES I am undone, quite literally Now what have I become? Incognito no more, some scars cannot be concealed This operation is a complete bust I put back whatever has been removed and sew myself up I need a second opinion This abandoned hospital is my dominion I HOPE MY INSURANCE COVERS THIS Cosmetic surgery, apathetic perjury With these tools I'm free I can't afford to be ugly The sound of flat lining is like music to my ears For once their grasp on life releases A cold body rife with pieces for the taking If the skin fits, wear it My hands now shaking As you see I have erected my anatomy with care A perfect visage I seek Each piece was hand selected, no expense could be spared You can't put a price on beauty