Inside my head a burning blaze
The new extreme beauty craze 
I can not sleep at day and night
Everything has to be all right 

New body – Modification
Smaller Cyst – Reincarnation 
I feel so bad and incorrect
You know – No body is perfect

B.I.I.D. – Low Battery
B.I.I.D. – Needs Energy
B.I.I.D. – I have the key
B.I.I.D. – Cut to be free

I need no eyesight – better blind
Prefer the deafness – well defined
Walking-Going-Legs – What for?
Also arms – not needed anymore
Love implants – Give me a knife
Have to adjust abort the strife
In amputations I don´t dread
Need only torso and my head

Symmetry ignore
Sometimes less is more
I have to cut and operate
To penetrate and miscreate