I can't shake this
Wrapped around my ribs
Squeezing my lungs tighter 'til I'm out of breath
Put my pieces
Back into one
Put the oxygen in and come undone

Anaesthetic needle, punctures the vein
It is cold at first, but then you go
These tools are sterilised, and gleam
Soon covered in blood, glistening
In and out of consciousness
I'm soon to wake up, I'm soon to wake up
They have punctured my flesh, so carefully
I'm weak, now let me sleep

I can't shake this
Wrapped around my ribs
Squeezing my lungs tighter 'til I'm out of breath
Put my pieces
Back into one
Put the oxygen in and come undone

Puncture! Puncture!
Break the mass up! Break the mass--

Come test me out
What's going through?
Looks as though these tubes won't work
Remove this tumour, all hands on me
Their gloves, tainted, coloured red

I can't shake this
Wrapped around my ribs
Squeezing my lungs tighter 'til I'm out of breath
Put my pieces
Back into one
Put the oxygen in and come undone

(Puncture! Puncture!)
Break the mass up! Break the mass up!
(Puncture! Puncture!)
Break the mass up! Break the mass
Up!

Let's begin healing well
Stories with scars to tell