Letras
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
Collapse with the weather
Pulled under the knife (you can't cut it outta me)
Fail 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
Cancer spreads through the body 'til there's nothing left
Fear and pessimism