so i was listening to Carry the Waight by Xzibit, of all songs, and for some reason this came out of my thoughts...bit weird, im not a psycho...just took me there:

Doctor, Scientist, Chemical, Riotous
Anatomical abominable action in trying this
Applying this theory of sticks and stones
Split heads, dead weight, get your head straight, clones
Solar plexus, homo erectus, dissect this
With medical technics, slit wrists and crush bones
Hushed moans and covered up screams
Your number’s up when I summon up your phrenological seams,
Blood clots, veins pop and body rot
Remove the centre of the brain but the mouth still talks
Take the head from the neck yet what’s left survives
Breathless screaming of nothing whilst left alive
While the rest of thy flesh divides
Burning up like a spilt cup of pesticides
Your chest derives from a breath of fresh air
Heart beat seems to sleep when I’m not there
I plot hair brain conspiracies and devilish tactics
Pack the living with aphorisms while asleep on a mattress
Frankly, you call me Doctor Franky
‘Cause I steel away with the minds of the young and the angry
Formulate beings from pieces and bits
Amalgamated flesh from the Charnel Pits
Even in death thou cannot escape
I will live forever longer than 6 feet deep will take

ちょうしはどう？