‹ Prequel: The King of Fools
Status: This has been discontinued. Thanks to all my readers and commenters who have reviewed my work all this time and I'm so appreciative and amazed. Those two don't come close to describing, so I'll use: I'm VERY positive. Anyways, I'm going to start working on my 1st recorded CD "Spirit In The Dark"! =D
This God Have Failed
As A Surgeon
Waiting for the work to begin, I can feel myself ready to imagine what I could look like right after the mission's done. I can't stand myself anymore, explaining why he's my best friend and we're for now a perfect match. This will only last one time, I won't ever come back. Fix it all up and do your work, by God so help me now if you mess up there will be a bloody mess. (Ohhh! x5) The doctor calls my name and I can have a job done, watch me move, I'm happy this is over forever & ever and I can actually look at a mirror without cringing in fright. I like the job he'll do, I have an idea done. Don't screw it up cause this is the only time I'll be here
Chorus:
It's a typical story right here where I lay, my dream will be made on me. Makeovers will do nothing, I can cake on all the makeup I want and still I won't ever look the way I desire to. Work up the anesthesia, start up your tools while I think of what's gon' happen while I'm lying unbreathing as a surgeon does his work, I wish to speed up & yet at the same time, I want it to be perfect. Don't ever try to stop me, I will get my work done, do your job right Mr. Surgeon, I'm not payin' you for nothing because I want to look perfect (but not doll-like)
Verse:
Anesthesia loaded up, work is ready to be done (llevante la mano x3) and start your well damn job! I can't wait to wake up and see the gold you've done, I'll thank you time & time again. I wish for no one else to go through this, but you know I can't stand looking through the mirror and seeing something that's bad enough to send someone crashing through the ground. I've tried to resist, now I lie under the knife as the work being done progresses to make me look better than I have before
(Chorus x3)
One little tale to tell, you know I hated myself before now I can look in the mirror again, I was lying on a table under drugged influence as a surgeon did the job of a lifetime. I thank the doctor for his job & all he's done, maybe now I can start making more friends and keeping my work a secret, I've lost my views and turned hypocrite, but I'm sorry guys I couldn't look at myself anymore
(Chorus x3)
(Ends)
Chorus:
It's a typical story right here where I lay, my dream will be made on me. Makeovers will do nothing, I can cake on all the makeup I want and still I won't ever look the way I desire to. Work up the anesthesia, start up your tools while I think of what's gon' happen while I'm lying unbreathing as a surgeon does his work, I wish to speed up & yet at the same time, I want it to be perfect. Don't ever try to stop me, I will get my work done, do your job right Mr. Surgeon, I'm not payin' you for nothing because I want to look perfect (but not doll-like)
Verse:
Anesthesia loaded up, work is ready to be done (llevante la mano x3) and start your well damn job! I can't wait to wake up and see the gold you've done, I'll thank you time & time again. I wish for no one else to go through this, but you know I can't stand looking through the mirror and seeing something that's bad enough to send someone crashing through the ground. I've tried to resist, now I lie under the knife as the work being done progresses to make me look better than I have before
(Chorus x3)
One little tale to tell, you know I hated myself before now I can look in the mirror again, I was lying on a table under drugged influence as a surgeon did the job of a lifetime. I thank the doctor for his job & all he's done, maybe now I can start making more friends and keeping my work a secret, I've lost my views and turned hypocrite, but I'm sorry guys I couldn't look at myself anymore
(Chorus x3)
(Ends)