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Open Face Surgery

 

Open Face Surgery

(album: Blasphemy Made Flesh - 1994)


I've learned to control my thoughts
Ever since I recognized the first eavesdropper
Those who listen in on my thoughts
My logic, my sanity

I cannot let them know I don't know
The verses, or converse in my head
Lash out at future foes
Banter with friends I've not yet met

The psychoaggressive minions of
Your lord mock with laughter I can't hear
With hidden scowls they admonish me

Nothing's sacred, nothing's safe
Your filthy god is omnipresent
This undying nonentity that haunts
My every waking dream

They watch me, his mortal flock
They know me now by sight alone
My thoughts are too well concealed...
Yet I sense more scrutiny

Fleeting lucidity's too loud for me
Let me be my silent self
Our existences irreconciled

Make them stop! I'm rotting fast...
The answer, painful though it may be
Is change

Alter my outer shell...
The listener's may not, then, know it's me
Open face surgery: short of pain
And long on masquerade
Ounce by ounce, lose a little weight
Nip here, tuck there... So who needs eyelids?

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