"The living dead,
...and the dieing living are all the same!" - Jude Law

I've come to relieve your soul of its burden 
Never holding for the one time 
Red solitude, deadly certain 
Blood empathy to realign 

With the caustic grip of alleviation 
He'll purge the sins of our dying age 
All the blessed glory of contamination 
Is the wretched end to his perfect rage 

The Surgeon cuts you open wide 
The Surgeon cuts you down 
The Rake will leave you hanging 
With the promises around 

The Surgeon sews you up again 
The Spectre hunts you down 
The Surgeon leaves you lifeless 
Leaves you shouting at the ground 
A certain sense of timelessness 
A certain sense of now 
The Surgeon never touches you 

Who rapes you in the backroom 
Who defiles you in your purity 
The Surgeon's faceless smile 
Is a precious sight to see 
What a sight to me 

A sudden sense of one becoming all 
Becoming one pervades your 
Time of patronizing 
Types you out and sets you down in 

Solitude imploding 
Never understanding 
That systems always fracture 
And desire wastes away
...1,2,3,4...
Solitude imploding 
Never understanding 
That systems always fracture 
And desire wastes away

Solitude imploding 
Never understanding 
That systems always fracture 
And desire wastes away

Solitude imploding 
Never understanding 
That systems always fracture 
And desire wastes away
(and again...)