Scissors

Hope died in front of us Capsized and rudderless I gave up on myself And, in the rubble, I Saw myself in a different light It changed everything Sever the parts of my soul I've infected With poisonous cells Or pass the elastic and rope With a dull pair of scissors I'll cut it by myself A sacrifice for a resurrection Make me better again With all these mirrors for self-reflection I'm growing sick of the sight of myself Sever the parts of my soul I've infected With poisonous cells Or pass the elastic and rope With a dull pair of scissors I'll cut it by myself Weapons of glass and steel Towering over me, no, I'm Desperate to be seen I'm petrified of being perceived, so Cut the glut from off my flesh I don't need the excess, I'm Sick of myself I'm sick of myself I'm sick of myself Weapons of glass and steel Towering over me, I'm not Desperate to be seen I'm petrified of being perceived, so Cut the glut from off my flesh I don't need the excess, I'm Sick of myself I'm sick of myself I'm sick of myself Sever the parts of my soul I've infected With poisonous cells Or pass the elastic and rope With a dull pair of scissors I'll cut it, cut it, oh Sever the parts of my soul I let fester And turn into hell Numb and anesthetized Wrap me in stitches I'll cut it by myself Weapons of glass and steel Towering over me I'm desperate to be seen I'm petrified of being perceived