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

Scalpelled, sutured, made whole again

These cuts are leaving creases, trace the scars to fit the pieces
To tell your story
You don't need to say a word
So 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

Scalpelled, 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, and no one is waiting for you
For you, for you
So, call off the 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

Scalpelled, 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