Surgery

From the Japanese release of "High"

"It's not supposed to be fair

It's not supposed to care

It's not supposed to be free

It's taken part of me

It doesn't hear compromise

It tells you all its lies

It says on minute to stay

It pushes you away

Light the torch and breathe

Cook some more for me

Re-up and then

We'll do it again

It rips your soul to shreds

It's changing all that's in your head

It's swelling up your wounded heart

It's just about to start

It will work out fine

It's mastered dishing out all the lines

It carries needles, guns, and knives

It enters little lives

You think it's too late now

All you can think is more somehow

Just light the torch and take it in

It's all you need again

You say it works out fine

You've finished dishing out all the lines

Now you carry guns, needles, and knives

You ruin little lives"