Why am I strapped to this hospital bed?



"First your eyes, then your skin

We will make you feel.. born again.. No More Me my friend"



A shiny scalpel is in the Master's hand

His Wife has got the jars for Blood, she keeps one near

I fear for my life, No More Me

I fear there will be No More Me at all

Is this goodbye sweet life...



Ahhhhh...Scalpel cuts, eyelids drop

Into a jar...I'm crying Blood

Fingers pull my eyeballs out...

Scissors snap...I bleed a lot



They set my eyes into this Puppet's head

And still my eyes can see, I'm looking back.. at myself

And what I see is No More Me at all

I have no eyes



My veins...feel.. like worms

Drying in the sun... this takes too long

Stripping skin from all my bones

Pain too strong...my senses they go numb



All of my Blood is now in little jars

I should be dead by now, but I am still

I am still alive inside my eyes

And I see Emerencia throw my carcass in the trash