If You Can't Leave It Be, Might as Well Make It Bleed

What you found sure upset you Never saw it coming did you? It's easy to be surprised with both your eyes sewn closed Handled with great precision, another faultless execution You're the subject of this exhibition A willing cadaver, a willing cadaver Scalpeled, sutured, made whole again These cuts are leaving creases Trace the scars to fit the pieces, to tell your story, you don't need to say a word Call off the cavalry, [you] can't save a wretch like me Clean this with kerosene If you can't leave it be, might as well make it bleed Scalpeled, sutured, made whole again Your wires are frayed, can't fire right You look better when out of sight You were not made to stand and fight There's something better wrong with you Your wires are frayed, can't fire right You look better when out of sight You were not made to fight a riot There's something better wrong with you Your pulse is anemic, you're tired of the fire You're bruising too easy, and falling behind And no one is waiting for you, and no one is waiting for you And no one is waiting for you, and no one is waiting, and no one is waiting for you, for you, for you Call off the quarantine, [you] can't save the rest from me Clean this with kerosene If you can't leave it be, might as well make it bleed Scalpeled, sutured, made whole again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again Your wires are frayed, can't fire right You look better when out of sight You were not made to stand and fight There's something better wrong with you Your wires are frayed, can't fire right You look better when out of sight You were not made to stand and fight There's something better wrong with you