Surgery Lyrics - High - Flotsam And Jetsam

"It's not supposed to be fair 

It's not supposed to care 

It's not supposed to be free 

It's taken part of me 

It doesn't hear compromise 

It tells you all its lies 

It says on minute to stay 

It pushes you away 

Light the torch and breathe 

Cook some more for me 

Re-up and then 

We'll do it again 

It rips your soul to shreds 

It's changing all that's in your head 

It's swelling up your wounded heart 

It's just about to start 

It will work out fine 

It's mastered dishing out all the lines 

It carries needles, guns, and knives 

It enters little lives 

You think it's too late now 

All you can think is more somehow 

Just light the torch and take it in 

It's all you need again 

You say it works out fine 

You've finished dishing out all the lines 

Now you carry guns, needles, and knives 

You ruin little lives"