If You Can't Leave It Be, Might As Well Make It Bleed

What you've found sure upsets you
 Never saw it coming did you?
 Its easy to be surprised with both your eyes sewn closed
 Handled with great precision, 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 pieces
 Tell your story, you don't need to say a word.
 Call off the cavalry, 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 wires are frayed, can't fire right
 You look better when out of sight
 You were not made to fire right
 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.
 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
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