Wilkinson's Sword

Curse that needle Safety pin Mutilated Hideous skin Now it’s burning More than my mind A violated Frankenstein Now I wanna see inside and be adored By Wilkinson’s Sword I’m at the doctor, I’m 16 years old I don’t know what came over me I’m rooting through all of the supply cabinets The label read “Disposable Scalpels” Like I had found a rare kind of gemstone Or when I first started cutting myself at church A secret thing I had all to myself I loved those dumb miniature scalpels And took them in my handbag and took ‘em everywhere I gone Is it so wrong To want a little warmth from your own wet red blanket?