SURGEON EMERGES 
I am undone, quite literally 
Now what have I [bad word]  
Incognito no more, some scars cannot be concealed 
This operation is [bad word] bust 
I put back whatever has been removed and sew myself up 
I need a second opinion 
This abandoned hospital is my dominion 
I HOPE MY INSURANCE COVERS THIS 
Cosmetic surgery, apathetic perjury 
With these tools I'm free 
I can't afford to be ugly 
The sound of flat lining is like music to my ears 
For once their grasp on life releases 
cold body rife with pieces for the taking 
If the skin fits, wear it 
My hands now shaking 
As you see I have erected my anatomy with care 
perfect visage I seek 
Each piece was hand selected, no expense could be spared 
You can't put a price on beauty