Maybe picking up yourself is the hardest
When you have taken an oath
To twist the knife to your wounds
And decided to bleed.
How do you take a step back
Pull the knife out of you
Free yourself from the sweet pain of disaster
That you’ve become to accustomed to
Perform the surgery.
Pull the knife out
Amputate the gangrene
Stitch yourself up
And stand straight
Without the pain.
How would it feel to fly
After crawling for ages
How would it feel to try
Once again what you’ve tried
Maybe while at it
I’ll push the knife deeper and deeper.
Hurt the ones around me
And sicken the hell out of them
Because who wants a person who wants to die
Whose basic instinct runs upstream
The fishes that dream
What a beauty will you be
If you perform the fucking surgery