Stromkern - The Surgeon lyrics

"The living dead, ...and the dieing living are all the same!" - Jude Law I've come to relieve your soul of its burden Never holding for the one time Red solitude, deadly certain Blood empathy to realign With the caustic grip of alleviation He'll purge the sins of our dying age All the blessed glory of contamination Is the wretched end to his perfect rage The Surgeon cuts you open wide The Surgeon cuts you down The Rake will leave you hanging With the promises around The Surgeon sews you up again The Spectre hunts you down The Surgeon leaves you lifeless Leaves you shouting at the ground A certain sense of timelessness A certain sense of now The Surgeon never touches you He leaves that to the altar boy Who rapes you in the backroom Who defiles you in your purity The Surgeon's faceless smile Is a precious sight to see What a sight to me A sudden sense of one becoming all Becoming one pervades your Time of patronizing Types you out and sets you down in Solitude imploding Never understanding That systems always fracture And desire wastes away ...1,2,3,4... Solitude imploding Never understanding That systems always fracture And desire wastes away Solitude imploding Never understanding That systems always fracture And desire wastes away Solitude imploding Never understanding That systems always fracture And desire wastes away (and again...)