Kris Crummett - I, The Surgeon lyrics

Courage, I am begging you Every time you've conjoined hands with your friend, Cowardly Must be eradicated I've been mistakenly fabricated My limb is in need of adjustment to its reach To those ignoring our plight We will turn them into fools tonight [Chorus:] Let us surface and make face With surrounding skeptical critics To the know it all The medic and the swine Let them point their bony fingers Deserving we are Of this alignment of ourselves to the bone Set aside from the typical Ostracized and belittled They're abstaining our will to speak They've deemed us a unique group of intolerable beggars But these branches are shading their perspective Riddled by my own hand And convinced, that I would be more useful Without such useless things [Chorus] Drive the hammer through the bone This pa**ionate yearn Settled through a faulty operation