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 precision
Another 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 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

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