What you found sure upset you .Never sat it coming did you?
It's easy to be surprised With both your eyes sewn closed Handled with great precisionAnother faultless execution
You're the subject of this exhibition A willing cadaver, a willing cadaver Scalpled, stutured, made whole again
These cuts are leaving crease Trace the scars, fir the pieces To tell your story, you don't need to say a word Call off the cavalryYou can't save a wretch like me Clean this with kerosene
If you can't leave it be, might as well make it bleed
Scalpled, stutured, made whole again Your wires are frayed, can't fire right You look better when out of sight You were not made to stand and fight
There's something better wrong with you Your pulse is anemic, you're tired of the fire You're bruising too easy, and falling behind
And no one is waiting for you Call off your quarentine You can't save the rest from me Clean this with kerosene
If you can't leave it be, might as well make it bleed
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