歌词：The Vincent Black Shadow. Surgery.

Coming back from surgery,
Coming up on seventeen,
Some kind of plasty or maybe a lobotomy.

Coming back from surgery,
Coming up on seventeen,
I don't remember how I looked
before he got to me.


Coming up on twenty-three,
Cut a piece of skin for me,
Never have to wait in line; he

never seems to know it's me

And he's standing over me,
Wide awake and clenching teeth,
"Now it's time," he says "for you
to open up so I can see."

Caked... all...
Caked all over...