I'd make myself into a mannequin if I could
I would remove my flesh
I would cut my arms off
I would tear into my thighs
I would rip myself apart

for the sake of entertainment,
not art.

He dosed himself accordingly
and there he stayed
no choice of his own
voids of safety and fragments of past

Why would I bow, for the sake of sadness?
What do you think this is?
Who do you really think I am?

When you've been in enough hospitals
You realize how important it is to abuse the catalyst

Time for an attraction
Time for a spectacle
Watch me cut myself open
to drown the sorrows out

My angel
It comes to me on broken wings
And it says to me
"They're here"

Artistic imitation will get you everywhere in life

The door is open
You don't need to worry about sticking a foot in

We're here for you
but right now we've taken leaves of absence
We're here for you
but soon we'll be gone

But I can see you now
You don't have to talk to anyone about it
You don't need permission

You have my unconditional attention after all

Entrapment
Infringement

Produce it like they would in a sweatshop
Cut you knuckles open and rub them in salt

Stand up
and watch it take hold