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

Scalpeled, 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
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

Scalpeled, 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 fight a riot
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, and no one is waiting, and no one is waiting for you, for you, for you
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

Scalpeled, sutured, made whole again, again, again, again, again, again, again, 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