Deathbed

Welcome home, to what do I owe this pleasure?
Set your bones upon your throne, the stretcher

No more philosophy
No more psychology
Now let’s take to the room

George’s quarters they said
No, no saints only tombs
Etched in stone it read
Welcome home
You brought us all together
Then a quote, nabbed from Rourke's “The Wrestler”
No more autonomy
No more philosophy

Relieve the pressure it unloads
Orbitoclast to the front lobe
Break all the bones in your back
Relieve the pressure it unloads
Orbitoclast to the front lobe
Etched in the stone it had read; “It’s in your head”
Patient responds to treatment

Deathbed
A weapon, your stretcher
If you wanna keep a secret
You better hide it from yourself
No more philosophy
No more psychology
No more autonomy
Lobotomy is next door to godliness
Deathbed