everybody follow mencause i makengood first impressionsnni learned a little sleight of handnnow i amnfaster than evernnI've got a knife and a few ideasndon't make menlearn my lessonnnI'm at the border, Annabel, it's overnI've no roomnfor anymore questionsnnhow can i go on when she thinksnthat i am a surgeon who keepsnsaving lives?nwhen all I've ever done is put hernon a clean, cold, metal table andnwatch her diendamn right i feel badlynbut i can't changennI've never been too good with words thoughnmy whole lifeni feel I've been beggingnnwith a lit cigarette held high likena candlentowards the heavensnnasking God like some distant ideanfor a breaknor better yet a miraclennso Annabel will you follow mencause tonightnI expect a spectaclennhow can I go on when she thinksnthat I am surgeon who keepsnsaving lives?nwhen all I've ever done is put hernon a clear, cold, metal table andnwatch her diendamn right I feel badlynbut I can't changennthere is no drive long enough to forgetnyour delicate skin or my regretsnthere is no drive long enough to forgetnyour delicate skin or my regretsnnhow can I go on when she thinksnthat I am surgeon who keepsnsaving livesnwhen all I've ever done is put hernon a clear, cold, metal table andnwatch her diendamn right I feel badlynbut I can't changenjust cause our bodies are our shellsndoesn't mean you won't feel pain