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
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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A Malignant Mind
A Malignant Mind