The Poor Surgeon

I'll do what I can with my trembling hands
Said the Poor Surgeon
Search for signs of life while slicing with my knife
And if I think it's worth it
I'll do all I can with my trembling hands
To help poor Phaedrus
Take a look inside, deep within his mind
For some kind of reason

Well I know what I would find
Quality of the highest kind
No difference 'tween yours and mine
Quality of the human kind

I've done all I can with my trembling hands
Said the Poor Surgeon
I sliced him with my knife where his soul resides
And I think it's worth it
To do all I can with my trembling hands
To help poor Phaedrus
Reach the other side, search for wrong and right
Or some definition

Well I know what I would find
Quality of the highest kind
No difference 'tween yours and mine
Quality of the human kind



Credits
Writer(s): Derek O'kanos
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