It’s called whatever you want
Wrapped up in bandages of
Yesterday’s wars
I can raise my two hands
Count them as I lick them
Shove you onto a pulpit
Watch you choke on
Bruised and aching
Call it what you want
But you I got you on life support
Got you where I need you
Snarling won’t help you
Yet it might infuriate me
I might get my scalpel and my chainsaw
Start it up and ram you
Redesign your features
Frankenstein’s monster
Say HELLO!
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