My Severed Head

What if my...

Head were severed.

By the gears...

of a carbine.

And it landed several feet

from my convulsing twitching body.

On the stump

of my neck.



It took seven minutes

for the blood to drain.

Would I be conscious.

Be conscious

and able to see?



Initally,

I'd be upset.

For fucking up...

in such a tremendous fashion.

But I'd get easily distracted

I've got a tendency toward sloth.

Be a trooper, keep my chin up.

Ponder something pointless.



Am I my head or my body?

Am I my body or my head?

I think I'm more...

..attached to...

..my head emotionally.



(Instrumental Break)





It's horrible.

The average death.

In a hospital room

Stuck on a Frankenstein machine.

I hope I die in a freakish way,

by an act of sheer stupidity.

Something like....(2x)



Electric shaver in a bathtub.

A lunchbox falling from a scaffold,

drops twenty floors...

..and crushes...

..me like an insect.




(Instrumental Climax)