Dear Elise, can’t you see
We are someone’s broken dreams
We are someone’s broken bones
Someone’s fatal deadly jones

Expectations we don’t meet 
Were too big I must admit 
Disappointment is our flag
Surgeon must improve us, surgeon must correct… 
…us both…
…us all…

Dear Elise, can’t you see
There’s no shame in treacherous fear
Cold as steel, as you and me
Being someone’s hope means never to be free

Anesthesia is only for the weak!

Let them call you a cheap crack [bad word] You have no face anymore
Let them blame me for this mess
I take off your skin as dress
We are naked, we are blessed

Blessed!

We are all waiters in the long line to the operating room… their saws squeal so loud… 
And they’ll shred us, turn us inside out and lance our [bad word]  and shake all nightmares out
They’ll see this monster hiding behind the breeding's curtain… Mommy, why don’t you look this way? …Hey…
They’ll make incisions, they’ll see all the malunions inherited from childhood’s sunny days

Deformities are even uglier under the light of their cold lamps
But they won’t fix it, they just ablate [bad word] legs, they just ablate your killing hands