I can take my feelings apart
Even if they may not survive.
So I cut open my insides,
And put them in the open.
However risky be the surgery,
It's the only chance I have.
I'll take naught to ease the pain,
For the surgeon must be only me.
If by the end anything's still alive,
I'll be my torturer for another life,
To run back out into the field,
My blade ever ready in hand.
Get up, we're not done here yet;
It's time for your next lesson.
We will take turns thro' forever,
To be each other's inquisitors.
I've no questions I need answered:
Just speak, and I'll let you scream.
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