PASS THE SCALPEL OVER TO THE MYSTICS.
CUT MY HEAD OPEN WITH A MOTHERFUCKING WRIST FLIP.
TAKE OUT ANY PART OF ME THAT CARES WITH A QUICK CLIP.
EKO EKO AZARAK, NOW SEW ME UP A THICK STITCH.

THERE’S A WAIVER IN MY HAND.
I UNDERSTAND ALL OF THE RISKS AND THE REWARDS, MANG.
I NEVER PLANNED TO HAVE TO DO THIS THING SO EARLY
BUT I’M HERE NOW AND IT’S REAL NOW
SO LET’S SEE HOW FUCKING BOLD I AM.
ACTUALLY, I’M NOT VERY GOOD WITH DANGER,
SURE I CAN NAVIGATE THE SHADOWS FOR LONG RANGES.
AND I’VE HOPPED MY SHARE OF FENCES FOR THE FOOTAGE AND SOME MONEY
BUT I’VE ONLY EVER ONCE REVEALED MY TRUE SELF TO A STRANGER.
HA, YEAH, THAT WAS A HASTILY DONE EXPERIMENT
WITH LITTLE REGARD FOR THE SHARP LITTLE SHARDS THAT IMPARTED ALL THEIR CONSEQUENCE.
I GOT BRITTLE, WHITTLED DOWN MYSELF TO A LITTLE CORE OF ME AND MAYBE
IN A COUPLE YEARS WE CAN CHAT AND I CAN LET YOU KNOW JUST HOW IT WENT, SO.
YEAH, THERE’S A WAIVER IN MY HAND,
SO LET’S FUCKING GET IT STARTED CAUSE MY NERVE IS FADING FAST.
I’VE GOT FIVE ON IT, MANG READY AS I’LL EVER BE,
AND I’M HERE NOW AND IT’S REAL NOW SO LET’S SEE HOW FUCKING LONG I LAST...

IN THE BACK OF UNION STATION THERE’S A TABLE THAT’S BEEN PLACED.
IN A SECRET ROOM THERE’S A THICK SMELL OF DOOM AND A CONTRACT DOCTOR WAITS
WITH A FUNNY LITTLE VIAL THAT’LL DENY ME MY CONSCIOUSNESS
UNTIL I WAKE UP ACHED UP AND WONDERING WHAT DID THEY HOT TAKE.
YEAH, THEY LET ME KEEP THE PIECE OF BRAIN THEY TOOK
IN A JAR SO THAT I CAN DISPLAY IT ON THE SHELF OF MY UNREAD BOOKS.
I CAN IMPRESS MY HOUSEGUESTS WITH MY ABILITY TO...
SHIT, WHAT WAS I SAYING? SOMETHING PIECE OF BRAIN, LOOK:
I WILL BE THE FIRST TO ADMIT THAT IT’S NOT FOR EVERYONE.
AND I’LL ADMIT THAT IT’S A BAD IDEA IN THE LONG RUN,
BUT I’D REALLY RATHER AMPUTATE A SMALL PIECE OF ME THAN JUST QUIT,
CAUSE THAT’S A SHIT END OF THE STICK AND WHEN IT COMES TO LIFE I’M NOT DONE.
SO YEAH, IN THE BACK OF UNION STATION
THEY DID NOT MAKE ME WAIT LONG, YOU COULD SAY THAT I WAS PATIENT.
THE LAST THING I REMEMBER IS THE DOCTOR CHANTING SOMETHING WEIRD,
AND I FEEL MUCH BETTER NOW. I FEEL A LITTLE HAZY...

YEAH, I’VE GOT FIVE ON IT
LIKE A SUBSONIC AMNESIAC RECKLESSLY QUOTING VONNEGUT
AND THE TRUTH IS THAT I COULD NOT HAVE REMEMBERED YR NAME
UNLESS I REPEATED THAT MANTRA LIKE THE GROWLING OF MY HUNGRY GUT.
YEAH, EVERY DAY I EAT THE SAME THING,
AND IF I DON’T TAKE THESE HANDSHAKE DRUGS YOU THINK I’D BE INSANE? PLEASE.
I’LL ENDURE AS MANY LITTLE SNIPS AS I NEED TO ENSURE THERE’S NEVER ANOTHER YOU AND THERE’S NEVER ANOTHER ME.
YEAH, MAKE ME MAGIC LITTLE RABBIT,
MAKE ME MANTRA MEGA MOUNTAINS THAT I CHOP BY FORCE OF HABIT,
MAKE ME STATIC TREPANATION LEAKING GREY MATTER VACATION
MAKE MY DAY DELAY THE PAYMENT SO THAT I AM FORCED TO GRAB IT.
YEAH, I’VE GOT FIVE ON IT
LIKE A TRANSIENT GRADIENT ON THE WALLS OF A HOUSE THAT’S HAUNTED
AND THE TRUTH IS THAT MY LOOSE LIPS SAY WAY TOO FUCKING MUCH,
WHETHER IN A TEXT THREAD, NOTE LEFT IN BED OR A MOTHERFUCKING SONNET.

PASS THE SCALPEL OVER TO THE MYSTICS.
CUT OPEN MY HEAD WITH A MOTHERFUCKING WRIST FLIP.
TAKE OUT ANY PART OF ME THAT CARES WITH A QUICK CLIP.
EKO EKO AZARAK, NOW SEW ME UP A THICK STITCH.

EKO, EKO, AZARAK.
EKO, EKO, AZAMELAK.