Surgical Tools - Vanna

Damager!

Oh damager!

With glass in your eyes

How do you see?

How do you feel with your hands so posed?

Lets talk numbers!

Lets talk themes!

Now they’ve been ruined

See you next week

No!

I missed the meeting

Oh no!

I’ve been away

Oh!

Lets be reborn

Oh yeah!

Lets dig out graves and make them deep

(Oh god! it’s a fashion trend)

Fortress, lock your plague

Damager, dig your grave

Though your pages are torn and tattered

They still read you like a book

Just close your eyes and walk away

We laid her down

Opened her with

The sharpest blade we found

Hoping inside we’d find a cure

To our condition

But as graceful as the lady may have been

She still bled the blood that made her human

Shed roses on her bed

She spoke in a winter-wilted language

«I've sold my gold for blood red.»

She’ll never cry another tear again