What you've found sure upsets you
Never saw it coming, did you?
It's 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, 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

Pulse is anemic, 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
And no one is waiting
And no one is waiting for you, for you, 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

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