Surgical Tools Vanna

Damager!
Oh damager!
With glass in your eyes
How do you see?
How do you feel with your hands so posed?
Lets talk numbers! Lets talk themes!
Now they've been ruined
See you next week

No! I missed the meeting
Oh no! I've been away
Oh! Lets be reborn
Oh yeah!
Lets dig out graves and make them deep
(Oh god! it's a fashion trend)

Fortress, lock your plague
Damager, dig your grave
Though your pages are torn and tattered
They still read you like a book

Just close your eyes and walk away

We laid her down
Opened her with
The sharpest blade we found
Hoping inside we'd find a cure
To our condition
But as graceful as the lady may have been
She still bled the blood that made her human
Shed roses on her bed
She spoke in a winter-wilted language
"I've sold my gold for blood red."
She'll never cry another tear again