this will hurt you more than it hurts me
but just you sit for it and bleed
i’m sure to cut you: prepare for pain
i’m sure to scar you: you’re to blame
i’m sure to need to poke and prod and slice and burn and scrape
i’m sure to go in deep and drill you: numb and pain and ache
our time together’s for your good, now
don’t you ever doubt its true
i claim to help you by my hurting, gnawing painful screw
subjected now to pain and noise
of instruments of steel and speed
that bore deep into your body’s armor
digging out your flesh and teeth
that mouth you have
is quite diseased
filth had set up home, and wrecked
and i must scold you for the way my precepts you reject
i’ve made plain before you
how you are to change your shameful ways
and yet you have refused my teachings,
pretended truth can change
the consequences of your actions
are the pain you feel
this chair you’re sitting is is yours
you made it, i just heal