The Cutter

You're standing tall from the sidelines

But does it mean anything at all?

Plain and conceited

An off printed reject

You're never gonna be a star

Try to suppress it deep inside

Can't keep denying what you are

They paid to see it

They fucking need it

The audience has to feed

Your noise, your choice, your voice

It's just a speck in the dust

Let free, your scream, if you must

It's just a speck in the dust

Your noise, your choice, your voice

It's just a speck in the dust

Be free and scream, if just

Until The Cutter comes home

You're burning bridges in real time

Can't keep denying what you want

You swear you mean it

I wanna believe it

Until he shows up and cuts through the door

You've got your hands on the floor

You're begging "give me some more"

You are gonna get everything that you've asked for

But when he breaks down the door

Severs your face from your skull

And then he gives you some more

You better believe what you're preaching and then some

Your noise, your choice, your voice

It's just a speck in the dust

Let free, your scream, if you must

It's just a speck in the dust

Your noise, your choice, your voice

It's just a speck in the dust

Be free and scream, if just

Until The Cutter comes home

When every scum has a platform

It's not a privilege, it's a right

They keep on breeding

But once your deleted

It's out of body

Out of sight

You keep on running from me

You keep on running from me

You keep on running from me

Whatchu keep running for

You keep on running from me

You keep on running from me

You keep on running from me

You can' t keep running

The Cutters home

To take your soul

To put you back

Where you belong

To fuck you all

Let's take a good look at you

Daddy's home