Dissect

Cut my tongue out of my mouth
So that I won't complain
Or bother you with background noise
You talk over all day.

Rid me of my pesky arms
That reach out far for love.
I won't need anyone's embrace
'Cause push won't come to shove.

Bust the drums inside my ears
So you won't have to lie
Or tell me that you're there for me
Or mean a last goodbye.

Wipe out all the memories, please,
And last hopes in my head
To make it so much easier
To hope to die instead.

Blind me so I see myself
For what I really am:
A dark and useless waste of space
That's nothing short of damned.

If I at last am modified
To something you'd accept,
Sit me up and test me out.
See what's left to perfect.

I make no sound, I don't reach out,
I certainly can't hear.
Best of all my brain won't think
And my eyes don't shed tears.

Oh, but there's still one thing left:
That stupid noise like drums.
It's music - holy, muted, low
That hums lub dub lub dub.

Pull it out to end its noise
And secretly its pain.
And if you've any kindness left
Please clean the floor it stained.