Cut me up buttercup
Until i’m bloody
Stitch me up for the silver screen
I wanna be somebody

Unreel to reality
So burn all the acetate
Rewrite all the memories

Because you made me a mannequin
A puppet to use

Not even death can settle the score
I’m holding my breath going under
I won the battle but you won the war
Who’s gonna be next to the slaughter
A blade through the chest cut straight to thе core
Just like an edit you
Lеft on
The cutting room floor..
On the cutting room floor

Dark age is coming
The empire has fallen

All gods has left us
There’s no use ignoring
Digital enemy
Stolen identity

Erase my history
What beautiful misery

Let’s watch it burn
I’m holding my breath going under
Who’s gonna be next to the slaughter

Not even death can settle the score
I’m holding my breath going under
I won the battle but you won the war
Who’s gonna be next to the slaughter
Im fighting for breath, Im begging for more
Just give the me the strength to walk out the door
The time that we spend was wasted for sure
Toxic disease, unclean and impure
Just like an edit you
Left on
The cutting room floor..