Flotsam and Jetsam - Surgery lyrics

"It's not supposed to be fair It's not supposed to care It's not supposed to be free It's taken part of me It doesn't hear compromise It tells you all its lies It says on minute to stay It pushes you away Light the torch and breathe Cook some more for me Re-up and then We'll do it again It rips your soul to shreds It's changing all that's in your head It's swelling up your wounded heart It's just about to start It will work out fine It's mastered dishing out all the lines It carries needles, guns, and knives It enters little lives You think it's too late now All you can think is more somehow Just light the torch and take it in It's all you need again You say it works out fine You've finished dishing out all the lines Now you carry guns, needles, and knives You ruin little lives"