To the doctor for some surgery
Can someone fix my insecurity?
Assist me please in my blasphemy

I don't like the way he's looking at me

Rusty scalpels and a used I.V.

Docs got his fingers in the orderly
He's cuttin' cuttin, deep deep, he's cuttin' cuttin
I should probably be asleep

I was gonna be a star
But what's a star without a place to fall ?
There's no use for beauty when the lights go out


And on the awkward wait
On the operating


Table will light the way
The place where we smack god right in the face

So take it all away
Quarantine the monster haunting me


Hollywood feels real good
It's hard to see the irony
No antiseptic, no cure for this infection

All the cosmetics are no match for the obsession
There's no escaping my aesthetic tragedy


And on the awkward wait
On the operating


Table will light the way
The place where we smack god right in the face
So take it all away

Quarantine the monster haunting me

These drugs helped but they all ran out

Wounds all seeping now
I can't make a sound
Sutures where wings used to be

Now I finally see
There was nothing wrong with me


Makes me sick
Makes me filthy
Seeker of youth, Victim for you