Testo di If You Can't Leave It Be, Might As Well Make It Bleed

What you've found sure upsets you Never saw it coming did you? Its easy to be suprised with both your eyes sewn closed Handled with great percision, another thoughtless execution You're the subject of this exhibition A willing cadaver, a willing cadaver. Scalpel, sutured. Made whole again. These cuts are leaving creases Trace the scars, fit the peices Tell your story, you don't need to say a word. Call off the calvary, can't save a wretch like me. Clean this with kerosene. If you can't leave it be might as well make it bleed. Scalpel, 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 fire right 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. Call off your quarantine, can't save the rest from me Clean this with kerosene. If you can't leave it be might as well make it bleed. Scapel, 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 [x2]