The Surgery Born to die only once But also this time given for pleasures Passes in awful exruciatings Under of knife of fighters with death Short appointments with death So who are they? Anger or kind? They who trusts onlu blood and pain Stepping down on broken human fates Forget everything you loved there Here is kingdom of halfdead agony Pity - concept forgotten by them Scream as epicenter of disturbing force Cutting up flesh on bloody desks They break you from death To prolong unsignificant existence More one incomplete in world of tracing plans Only truth here is hartred Remains discarged in pile of molding remnants Native faces behind the glass of operational Their turn soon will come Forget everything you loved there Here is kingdom of halfdead agony Pity - concept forgotten by them Scream as epicenter of disturbing force Light at the end of dark tunnel Doctors crowded near the body... Why I see it from above? What waits for me Behind this door with placard "Surgery"?