They moved the date, yeah switched the show, Said end of March — then next Monday, go. From last Monday to today I froze, Sat in that chair, déjà vu overdose. Injected anesthesia straight in my gums, Numb on the surface but panic still comes. “Relax”, yeah, cool — I’m fine, Then I felt pressure crossing the line. Not just pulling — nah, something cracked, That tooth was screaming while my jaw got hacked. Felt that break, felt it tear, They said “almost done” — I felt despair. They playing legends inside my mouth, King Arthur grip when they yanked it out. Sword in the stone? yeah that was me, Except the stone was my fucking teeth. You call this normal? call this care? Why did I feel every second there? If numb means nothing, explain that shit, Why my whole skull felt every hit? Wisdom teeth ain’t wisdom at all, Just pain, regret, and a drool-filled call. Pay to suffer, pay to heal, Tell me what the fuck is the lesson here? Wisdom teeth ain’t wisdom at all, God really said “yeah, pull 'em out, rip 'em all.” Build it up just to tear it apart, Congrats, human — premium start. Invest a lot just to get hurt, Pay the bill while they rip and work. Built-in flaw with a premium fee, And somehow the blame comes back to me? They said I moved, said I was tense, Like fear ain’t basic human sense. Bro, you’re the one twisting bone, Don’t act shocked I’m not calm as stone. Metal tools, pressure grind, Jaw felt split in real-time. They talking calm while I dissociate, Counting seconds, trying to tolerate. I swear I felt that root resist, Then SNAP — and my whole brain flinched. If numb was real I wouldn’t care, But my skull was ringing everywhere. Chair reclined, lights too bright, Memory stacking from last time fright, Gloves snap tight, metal clink, Heart drops lower than I can think, Assistant saying “almost done”, Jaw feels like it weighs a ton, Pressure twist, cracking sound, Vision floating, ears go drowned, Taste of blood, breathing slow, Trying not to jerk and go, They pull again, shoulder strain, Sword-in-stone inside my brain. ("nah bro… that one was alive…") Walked out numb but my mind stayed loud, Half-face drooping in public crowd. Same damn script, same damn pain, Round two worse than the first campaign. You build these teeth just to destroy, Then act surprised I don’t enjoy. If wisdom hurts this fucking bad, I’d rather stay dumb — happily sad. Gauze soaked red, jaw still tight, Pain waking up mid-daylight, Ice pack sliding, meds delayed, Second round worse than the first one played, Still tasting metal, throat feels dry, Blink too hard and my eyes go wide, If this is growth then I decline, Keep your wisdom — I’m fine. (W-W-WISDOM!) Wisdom teeth, yeah, biggest lie told, Pain ain’t knowledge, just getting old. Built-in problem, paid solution, Human body needs a revision. Wisdom teeth, yeah, fuck that name, Nothing learned, just oral pain. If this is growth, I’ll take the L, Let me eat my food and live in hell. "round two was worse, I'm done"
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