I, I can survive
But I don't know if I want to
And I, I can survive
But I don't know if I want to

I, I can survive
But I don't know if I want to
I, I can survive
But I don't know if I want to

Turn off the machines
I've sprung a thousand leaks
I can feel every goddamn thing

I, I can survive
But I don't know if I want to
I, I can survive
But I don't know if I want to

Listen
Take your fingers out from under my skin
Just let me lay back and drip

Paste up my parts and I'll be
Be a bed-ridden frankenstein
With diseased mental faculty
A depression you can't remedy with your scalpels
Your stitches, and stainless steel
Your arrogant radical zeal
I'm bleeding, infected, unsterile
I've got bugs that you can't cure
Doctor, doctor, doctor, doctor
Doctor, doctor, doctor, doctor
Doctor, are you listening?
I'm trying to explain something
But you're not listening
Like I can't fucking speak