Cauterize the Wound

It was a long morning spent hiding from reality

Which sunk in like an anchor exposed to Jupiter's gravity

Sadly, ain't the first time despite promises made

I've sent cables to the victims sickened from my past displays

Vein of malaise, you know the root, but hesitate to grab the blade

Hold the snake behind the head, usher it to the grave

So, it rotates. Goads you to locate

A battalion of valiance, coax it out to joust for the domain

Oust the invader, the seed wasn't corrupt

But a single cell can multiply to fuck everything up

I'll make the cut, exact incisions for excision's sake

And if my prey don't take the bait, I guess it's time to drain the lake