The Surgeon Lyrics

"The living dead,
...and the dieing living are all the same!" - Jude Law

I've come to relieve your soul of its burden
Never holding for the one time
Red solitude, deadly certain
Blood empathy to realign

With the caustic grip of alleviation
He'll purge the sins of our dying age
All the blessed glory of contamination
Is the wretched end to his perfect rage

The Surgeon cuts you open wide
The Surgeon cuts you down
The Rake will leave you hanging
With the promises around

The Surgeon sews you up again
The Spectre hunts you down
The Surgeon leaves you lifeless
Leaves you shouting at the ground
A certain sense of timelessness
A certain sense of now
The Surgeon never touches you
He leaves that to the altar boy Who rapes you in the backroom
Who defiles you in your purity
The Surgeon's faceless smile
Is a precious sight to see
What a sight to me

A sudden sense of one becoming all
Becoming one pervades your
Time of patronizing
Types you out and sets you down in

Solitude imploding
Never understanding
That systems always fracture
And desire wastes away
...1,2,3,4...
Solitude imploding
Never understanding
That systems always fracture
And desire wastes away

Solitude imploding
Never understanding
That systems always fracture
And desire wastes away

Solitude imploding
Never understanding
That systems always fracture
And desire wastes away
(and again...)

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