I’m quite the patient, but then life must be a dentist
And every single second feels like it’s pulling teeth
Lamplight blinds me, and on the chair I’m strapped
But numbed with nitrous oxide, all I can do is laugh
Patching up the cavities that decomposed my chest
Instruments of metal put my endurance to the test
Life’s only fixing me up for a more permanent smile
But their procedural due hurts like hell all the while.