Coming back from surgery
Coming up on seventeen
Some kind of heart-plasty or maybe a lobotomy

Coming back from surgery
Coming up on seventeen
I don't remember how I looked before he got to me

Coming up on twenty-three
Cut a piece of skin off me
Never have to wait in line; they never seem to know it's me

And he's standing over me
Wide awake and clenching teeth
"Now it's time," he says "for you to open up so I can see."

Caked... all...
Caked all over...