instigation

Id like to see a surgeon
And have you cut
Straight from my head
Your tumor of thought
You’ve become invasive,
Malignant, imagination.
Entering thoughts and places where
I don’t want you
Times and spaces, uninvited
And im fucking sick of it

Doesn’t that make you cancerous?
You’re bad from my health and you keep spreading
Each day a little more you inside of me
And im fucking sick of it

Breaking myself open to get at the pieces of you
Lodged beneath the skin
Twelve layers deep
But im peeling away
Eradicating this infestation

You’re so much apart of me now
Amputation is the only cure
And I don’t give a damn
If a part of me is lost
By cutting you away
Only natural to expect
Some bit of me would always hold on

Will I miss you my sweet disease
Miss you eating me alive?
I want to be numb to this operation,
Will the cure hurts as much as the symptom?
Addicted to suffering I guess

So medicate me doctor
Take me under and take away
Every part of me
Still attached to you
Im ready to be rid of this.