Petals In The Grass

A Malignant Mind

Use your scalpel
My thoughts aren't right
Someone operate
On me tonight

Change your clothing
Wash your hands
In preparation
For my demands

Make the incision
For I am flawed
I'm barely human
Such a fraud

Dissect the sadness
From my head
No anesthesia
I'm already dead

A malignant mind
Which I can't fight
Someone operate
On me tonight


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