What you found sure upset you
Never saw it coming did you?
It's easy to be surprised

With both your eyes sewn closed
Handled with great precision
Another faultless execution

You're the subject of this exhibition
A willing cadaver, a willing cadaver


Scalpel, sutured, made whole again

These cuts are leaving creases

Trace the scars, fit the pieces
To tell your story, you don't need to say a word


Call off the cavalry
You can't save a wretch like me
Clean this with kerosene

If you can't leave it be, might as well make it bleed

Scalpel, sutured, 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
(X2)


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 (X4)
For you (X2)


Call off your quarantine
Can't save the rest from me
Clean this with kerosene

If you can't leave it be, might as well make it bleed

Scalpel, sutured, made whole again

Again (X8)

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

(X2)