Love Hate Relationship, Vol IV: Phobias · Track 2 · middle
Drill of Dread
Dentophobia (dentist) — pain + helplessness; 'open wide and say ahhh (in terror), the drill sings my name'.
Lyrics
[Intro] Just a paper bib and a heavy lead vest. Time for the ultimate vulnerability test. [Verse 1] I'm flipping through a 2014 issue of Vogue, Trying to keep my breathing in a casual mode. The peppermint air is remarkably crisp, As I answer my name with a terrified lisp. She says "Take a seat, make yourself right at home," Under a spotlight that chills me right to the bone. [Chorus] Oh, we know the drill, we’ve played this before, Tiptoeing into the room through the door. You tell me to open, to drop every guard, While I sit there paralyzed, gripping too hard. It’s a high-frequency hum, a meticulous dread, Vibrating straight through the roof of my head. [Verse 2] You lean in so close with a mirror and hook, Taking a deeply invasive, professional look. "Are you flossing?" you ask, with your hands in my mouth, While my confidence quietly gives way to doubt. I’d answer the question, I’d swear that I do, But I’m gagging on cotton and staring at you. [Chorus] Oh, we know the drill, we’ve played this before, Tiptoeing into the room through the door. You tell me to open, to drop every guard, While I sit there paralyzed, gripping too hard. It’s a high-frequency hum, a meticulous dread, Vibrating straight through the roof of my head. [Bridge] Here is the paradox, here is the thrill: I’m paying you handsomely just for the chill. You scrape at the surface to get to the root, A savior dressed up in a villainous suit. And yet, when you finally polish them clean, I'm strangely attached to this awful... Well, you know what I mean. [Outro] So hit me with gas, make me numb to the bone, Till I float out the lobby and find my way home. I'm crowning you king of this terrible chair. Just rinse and spit... And I'll see you next year.