A SURGEON EMERGES
 I am undone, quite literally
 Now what have I become?
 Incognito no more, some scars cannot be concealed
 This operation is a complete 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
 A 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
 A perfect visage I seek
 Each piece was hand selected, no expense could be spared
 You can't put a price on beauty