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)