Lyrics:
What you found sure upset younever saw it coming,did you?it's easy to be suprised with both your eyes sewn closedhandled with great precision another faultless executionyou're the subject of this exhibitiona willing cadaver, a willing cadaverscalpelled, sutured, made whole againthese cuts are leaving creasestrace the scars to fit the peicesto tell your story, you don't need to say a wordcall off the cavalrycan't save a wretch like meclean this with keroseneif you can't leave it be,might as well make it bleedscalpelled,sutured,made whole againyou're pulse is anemicyou're tired of the fightyou're bruising too easyand falling behindand no one is waiting for youand no one is waitingno one is waiting for youfor youfor youCall off the quarantineCan't save the rest from meclean this with keroseneif you can't leave it be might as well make it bleedyour wires and frayed,can't fire rightyou look better when out of sightyou were not made to stand and fightthere's something better wrong with you