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 Till 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 Till 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 Till 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?