Letra de ' Zydrate Anatomy ' de Alexa Vega

[Support group:]
I can't feel nothing at all...

[Graverobber:]
Drug market, sub-market,
Sometimes I wonder why I ever got in.
Blood market, love market,
Sometimes I wonder why they need me at all.
Zydrate comes in a little glass vial.

[Shilo:]
A little glass vial?

[Support group:]
A little glass vial.

[Graverobber:]
And the little glass vial goes into the gun like a battery.

[Support group:]
Hhh-hhh...

[Graverobber:]
And the zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy.

[Support group:]
Hhh-hhh...

[Graverobber:]
And when the gun goes off, it sparks
And you're ready for surgery!

[Support group:]
Surgery!

[Amber:]
Graverobber, graverobber,
Sometimes I wonder why I even bother.
Graverobber, graverobber,
Sometimes I wonder why I need you at all!

[Graverobber:]
And amber sweet is addicted to the knife.

[Shilo:]
Addicted to the knife?

[Support group:]
Addicted to the knife.

[Graverobber:]
And addicted to the knife,
She needs a little help with the agony.
And a little help comes in a little glass vial
In a gun pressed against her anatomy.
And when the gun goes off,
Ms. sweet is ready for surgery.

[Graverobber and support group:]
Surgery!

[Amber:]
Graverobber, graverobber,
Sometimes I wonder why I need you at all...

[Support group:]
It's clean, it's clear, it's pure--

[Shilo:]
It's what?

[Support group:]
It's rare.

[Graverobber:]
It takes you there.

[Shilo:]
It what?

[Graverobber:]
It takes you there.

[Amber:]
It takes you there.

[Genterns:]
A little jump.

[Graverobber:]
Before the cut!

[Genterns:]
Why agonize?

[Genterns:]
Anesthetize!

[Amber:]
I can't feel nothing at all!

[Graverobber:]
'cause surgery...

[Shilo:]
'cause surgery...?

[Amber:]
'cause surgery...

[Graverobber:]
Is what she needs...

[Shilo:]
Is what I need...?

[Amber:]
It's what I need.

[Graverobber:]
To change inside.

[Shilo:]
To change inside?

[Amber and support group:]
To feel alive!

[Graverobber:]
Mag's contract's got some mighty fine print.

[Support group:]
Some mighty...fine...print...

[Graverobber:]
And that mighty fine print puts mag in a mighty fine predicament...
If mag up and splits, her eyes are forfeit
And if geneco and rotti so will it,
Then a repo man will come
And she'll pay for that surgery, surgery!

[Graverobber and support group:]
Surgery, surgery!

[Amber and support group:]
I can't feel nothing at all...