Psychosurgery (Intro)

[Intro]
I'll begin by making an abscission on the amygdala, anterior to the hypothalamus and adjacent to the entorhinal cortex
The whirring of a neuro-surgical hacksaw begins
Now the amygdala is the brain's epicenter for basic emotions, and therefore has full reign of visceral--
The surgeon's voice fades away, and the vague emerald hue from the overhead light permeated the patient's blurry vision. The surgeon halts as the patient's eyes open
What on earth... nurse quickly, sedate th--
The patient grips the surgeon's throat as he leans upwards, the intravenous needle ripping out of his vein

[Verse: Daemonum]
Had him by his throat
Broke his choked stutters with the hacksaw from his left hand
Flung myself from the gurney as implement trays flew
Strewn about, making a precarious mess and
I grabbed the scalpel and drove it through the orderly's chest
Frantically looking about to assess
Clutched the other and drove him into a medicine cabinet to handle the rest
Another flung a fist, I caught it
Grabbed the shears and slit his carotid
Gripped the last one, and took a syringe to his femoral
Stabbing it right through his pocket
Bursting out through the doors, shoving a nurse to the floor
Sprinting amidst the hospital corridors
Catching gaunt gazes from faces stiffer than corners
My bloodied scrubs caught on a door knob
Could feel the aorta tremor with a low throb
Tore it from it's captor and almost stumbled into another gurney
The passageways constricted, restricting absurdly
A twisted checkerboard under flickering florescents
Spiraling into a bleak, disheveld, contorted essence
Looking over my shoulder at the disquieting figures behind me
Elongated, nightmarish amalgams of surgical tools and raw meat
Grimy hooks and butcher auras hung before me as my pace increased
Doors were reinforced, encasing the wails of the soon to be deceased
Chemicals transmuted into dead air, formaldehyde soaked halls were policed
By bio-mechanical, amorphous, multi-limbed horrors peaking around corners
Drains collected lurid pools, sonorous reverberations of viscous whispers, as I continued forwards
Ducking under bewildering horrors and rounding bends
The walls peeled and began to turn to bloodshot eyes
And floating above me were patients restrained to beds
While metal bone chimes whistled in an echoed disguise
Inorganic murmurs from the troubled were all I heard in my mind
Nearing the end
I saw the exit before me, legs bending to implore me
Leapt through the archway to an empyrean ocean of jet blackness
Abysmally hapless... but there was a presence with me
And before I could even know what--
I woke up