It Smells Like Fudge Axe in Here

Hate feeling like wherever I go
The sting of paranoia that sings, "There's someone looking at me"
Same, as far as I can recall
Pretend I couldn't hear you almost every time you say my name
Pulled under the knife (could you cut it outta me?)
Made to advertise (make something pretty)
Cored and cut to height (something you would like to see)
Beautiful and nice (broadly appealing)
The cancer spreads through the body 'til there's nothing left
(Spite and idealism)
Pulled under the knife (could you cut it outta me?)
Beautiful and made for all to see
Is it a calling card
To not like who you are?
Is it a passing phase
To always hide away?
I didn't expect I'd done something wrong
Like I failed to socialize a dog
I'm not what you want at all
Ten cord cut out of pine wood
Collapse with the weather
Pulled under the knife (could you cut it outta me?)
Made to advertise (make something pretty)
Cored and cut to height (something you would like to see)
Beautiful and nice (broadly appealing)
The cancer spreads through the body 'til there's nothing left
(Spite and idealism)
Pulled under the knife (could you cut it outta me?)
Beautiful and made for all to see
Is it a calling card?
Distinct and set apart to hate who you have been
Is it a certain age when you start going grey?
And so you're set in your ways
I can't be what you want
I never fit the description, or collar, the pace
There's something wrong with me
Some poison swims through my system and leaves me ashamed
Pulled under the knife (you can't cut it outta me?)
Failed to recognize (there's no sense in trying)
Hollowed out inside (looking for something you need)
Close and call the time (look close and watch how the
Look close and watch how the cancer spreads through the body
'Til there's nothing left
Fear and pessimism
Pulled under the knife (I could never be)
Beautiful and made for all to see
Is it a calling card
To not like who you are?
Is it a passing phase
To always hide away?