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
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
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)
