Testo Fear Of The Knife

In the world with the serious cases
White, white men with the clipboard faces
And you're rolling around
In your minding on the ground
Feeling ten feet tall
Tell me tell me, it won't hurt at all

To your room, the waiting room neighbours Filled with crooks and nuns and prayers
And when the empathy drops
And the paper work stops
They don’t ever wanna say die,
They don’t wanna hold your life

Well it’s operation night

And the cold old nurse she lies
Saying everything will be just fine
She knows the dark is on top
With a steady, steady hand
And the knowledge required
To mess around and end your life
End your life
Oh, well it’s operation night
It’s operation night