What you've found sure upsets you
  Never saw it coming did you?
  Its easy to be suprised with both your eyes sewn closed
  Handeld with great percision, another thoughtless 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 peices
  Tell your story, you don't need to say a word.
  Call off the calvary, 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
    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.
  And no one is waiting for you.
  And no one is waiting for you.
    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.
  Scapel, 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