24 precise incisions, made in unwilling flesh
A facial re-construction
Born of burdened hearts distress
24 with bright ambitions, so young to join the dead
With several tuffs of hay
Implanted in his fucking head
To recreate the dead
An abscessed operation
To recreate the dead
He's the man with the wicker smile
Robbed of his identity In surgical calamity
He makes the cut from cheek to cheek
A smile for his monstrosity
He now will give his prosper, to a
Gender lost in time
The practice of a reassignment
Sworn to be benign
Mutilated
His wife has been discerned
Upon this diener's bed a loved one will return
Our love's discreet
My lust runs deep
Il slice and stuff and rearrange
This banquet mine to reap
To recreate the dead
An abscessed operation
To recreate the dead
He's the man with the wicker smile
