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Ambition eludes me, a fleeting spark that used to burn so strong.
Motivation out of desperation. I can not continue like this for long.
My patience is drowning. Cut me open and set this free.
After all, I’ve always wondered how things work inside of me.

And while I’m cut open and my insides exposed,
remove the hooks from my heart and kindly dispose
of the hinges and springs and the unpleasant things.
Then stitch me back up with Dime Bags guitar strings.

That’s enough for tonight; I’m going to need my rest.
There’s more work to be done, you can leave me undressed.
For tomorrow we’ll tackle the most troublesome spot.
Just might help me forget what I’ve already forgot.

Now just one last thought before I call it a night.
When were looking back, and this is all in hindsight.
And you again reach the conclusion that you’re still just not pleased.
Well maybe, just maybe, it hasn’t been me. We’ll just have to see.

I’m well rested now and I’m eager to proceed.
I’ve gathered some morphine for me and the tools that you’ll need.
They say the hardest part is to get through the skull.
Please be gentle now, as you proceed. This part is personal.

Can you hold up the mirror, I know just where to start.
For there are a few things that I’d gladly impart.
Remove all memories that you’ve managed to desecrate.
They often fill me with a violent urge to defecate.

And now I’m exposed it’s oh so clear to see.
We need to suppress the unacceptable desires inside of me.
So grab me that chain, the one with the extra big lock.
And we’ll shackle them tight and assign them a cellblock.

Now we need to find the throttle and adjust the gas.
You know my mind it kinda goes fast.
I’ll try to slow it down, so I can concentrate on you.
There you see I do bleed, here use this tissue.

And the voices, oh the voices, both the good and the bad.
Here them whisper as you’re lurking, they speak of happy and sad
and of pleasure and sex and of power and pain
and of God and of hate enough to drive me insane.

Adjust the volume it will help me here myself think.
This alone is enough to drive me to drink.
Now if you’re not careful here we can lose a lot of time.
For this place is the place were I waste, sometimes.

Hey we’re making good progress, just one left on your list.
I am drossy from the morphine but we need to persist.
For I’ve lost too much time living obviously the wrong way.
Now you will finally be able to put your concerns at bay.

We need to find the controls of my ever absent emotions.
Cause all I can feel is this morbid contusion.
If my memory serves me right, they should be just around here.
Now grab two cables, rub together, thrust them in and yell “CLEAR”

Have some patience now; I’m feeling something deep in my toes.
Turn up the voltage to ten, try again. I do not oppose.
It will take some time, have no fear, it’s been dormant for years.
One more time you can do it, it’s time to shift gears.

Now that one really hurt, however I think I’m forming some tears.
It’s too early to hold your breath but I haven’t felt like this in years.
Yes, I’m thinking straight now; it’s a good time to desist.
I’ll take it from here, thank you, you’re kindly dismissed.

I’ve used Darrell’s E string for my chest I’ll use his B for my head.
I’m feeling so empowered now I do not care what’s been said.
I will no longer continue to be the stitches of your mistake.
It’s now on your head whether or not they will brake.

I’m so sorry I didn’t love you in the way that you sought.
I’m so sorry you couldn’t see that I loved you a lot.
I’m so sorry for the pain and all of the strife.
But it’s time for me to move on and recreate a new life.

Goodbye my sweet wife………

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Submitted on May 01, 2011

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