The Surgeon Lyrics

Demolition of pity, who to appoint
Neither true nor to the point
You knew the truth all along
To twist the version enlist the surgeon

Down the memory hole, the thought of control
In tune in a platoon
A fanatic thrown on the throne
Whose house of worship, a fleet of warships

Evolutionary commitment to war and to waste how delinquents
Prevent dissent within dissidents
Acrid taste, suppressant medicines

If the focus of locust, to bury in rubble
Bones of the gullible
A piece of the masterpiece
Will only be revealed as what is concealed

In the name of defense, do as you like
Blow all the dikes and turnpikes
A Sisyphus with bombs
Stale are playmates who play to stalemate