Surgical Rewind - Will Champlin

I’ve been bleeding out for things I’ve yet to see

But I’m operating slow and patiently

And if all of the wounds have taken a toll on me

Is this freedom or anarchy?

Gotta walk into the dark to find the knife

Could have carved incisions into this life

Going back into time in the back of my mind

Looking for where I flatlined

Fighting the noise of my poison

Is it me I’m just avoiding?

Time’s running on me

I’ve only got so much room to breathe

I traded my soul in for a dream

I gave my fortune to The Man for a prophecy

And I can’t believe I’m doing this time

Surgical, surgical, surgical rewind

So how did I get so caught up in this mess

I must be running against myself

Can’t do no rest

Visions of grandeur are taking a toll on me

Is this freedom or anarchy?

When you’re stuck and you’re trying to break out of the mold

Only to find that the truth can leave you cold

I’m alone on a table willing and able to diagnose

I’m stopping a war machine of eternal protest now

Time’s running on me

I’ve only got so much room to breathe

I traded my soul in for a dream

I gave my fortune to The Man for a prophecy

And I can’t believe I’m doing this time

Surgical, surgical, surgical rewind

The animosity is growing now

Beating and pushing and running when I hit the ground

And I compose stuff until I get out my own world

That keeps holding, holding me down!

Bombs are arming and I’m running for my life now

Gunning me down, gunning me down, gunning me down

Gunning me down, gunning me down, running me down

And I know…

Time’s running on me

I’ve only got so much room to breathe

I traded my soul in for a dream, oh

I gave my fortune to The Man for a prophecy

And I can’t believe I’m doing this time

Surgical, surgical, surgical rewind

I shake the pills off

Clean utensils

Send the post out

Watch his vitals

He’s fading in and out of reality

Swaying all around, fighting gravity