The Specialist - We Cut Corners

While I’m alive

Will he treat me right?

If he’s so inclined

Will he give me time

To be what I can be?

And when I die

Will he give my eyes

To the blind?

Will he give my mind

To psychiatry?

Do I look relaxed?

If I ever get

To see the backs

Of panic attacks

That would please me much

Do I look lost

Like a cartoon Christ

Upon the cross?

Crying because

All of his friends just watch

But of all of the people

I’ve ever met

From the gods of the underground

To the plains of the internet

You embody humanity

You embellish it best

You are my favourite one

You are the specialist

I theorise

To bleary eyes

And bloody nose

I presuppose

A male identity

Oh boy oh boy

My paranoia and my shameful

Schadenfreude

Keep me company

I lack the nuance

To undo

My human wants

I could do it once

But now I lack belief

Within my grasp

Are things that help

The time to pass

God-given aspirin

Gives me some relief

But of all of the people

I’ve ever met

From the gods of the underground

To the plains of the internet

You embody humanity

You embellish it best

You are my favourite one

You are the specialist

But of all of the people

I’ve ever met

From the gods of the underground

To the plains of the internet

You embody humanity

You embellish it best

You are my favourite one

But of all of the people

I’ve ever met

From the gods of the underground

To the plains of the internet

You embody humanity

You embellish it best

You are my favourite one

You are the specialist

You are the specialist