Home is the spaces that we leave

Between the cries of agony

The desperate signs that we display

That all our hope has been displaced

It’s the wedge that they drive

The twist of the knife

That will keep us awake while they operate

To cut, cut, cut

Remove the problem

They’ll bandage up

And be on their way

Until there’s nothing left for me

Guilt is the lover that we need

To drip the morphine from the feed

The desperate sleep that we all crave

To keep the night away

It’s the knot in the blind

The concrete we’ll find

To take hold of our feet and keep us stationary

Tied so tight to the gurney, we’re in for the night

They’ll cut, cut, cut

Remove the problem

They’ll bandage up

And be on their way

Until there’s nothing left for me

Waiting in line for the blood banks to pay out

I’ll get what’s mine before they bleed me dry

I’m gonna get what’s mine before they bleed me dry

I’m gonna cut, cut, cut until they…

To cut, cut, cut

Remove the problem

They’ll bandage up

And be on their way

Until there’s nothing left for me to save

L. Switzer