Lyrics:

Cut it up, cut it up

Who's on the seventh floor brewing alternatives
What's in the bottom drawer waiting for things to give
Spare us the cutter, spare us the cutter
Couldn't cut the mustard

Conquering myself until I see another hurdle approaching
Say we can, say we will, not just another drop in the ocean

Come to the free for all with celo-tape and knives
Some of us six feet tall, we will escape our lies
Spare us the cutter, spare us the cutter
Couldn't cut the mustard

Conquering myself until I see another hurdle approaching
Say we can, say we will, not just another drop in the ocean

Am I the happy loss, will I still recoil
When the skin is lost, am I the worthy cross
Will I still be soiled when the dirt is off

Conquering myself until I see another hurdle approaching
Say we can, say we will, not just another drop in the ocean

Watch the fingers close when the hands are cold

Am I the happy loss, will I still recoil
When the skin is lost, am I the worthy cross
Will I still be soiled when the dirt is off

Am I the happy loss
Will I still be soiled when the dirt is off