The Cutter

You're standing tall from the sidelines
But does it mean anything at all?
Plain and conceited
An off printed reject
You're never gonna be a star
Try to suppress it deep inside
Can't keep denying what you are
They paid to see it
They fucking need it
The audience has to feed

Your noise, your choice, your voice
It's just a speck in the dust
Let free, your scream, if you must
It's just a speck in the dust
Your noise, your choice, your voice
It's just a speck in the dust
Be free and scream, if just
Until The Cutter comes home

You're burning bridges in real time
Can't keep denying what you want
You swear you mean it
I wanna believe it
Until he shows up and cuts through the door
You've got your hands on the floor
You're begging "give me some more"
You are gonna get everything that you've asked for
But when he breaks down the door
Severs your face from your skull
And then he gives you some more
You better believe what you're preaching and then some

Your noise, your choice, your voice
It's just a speck in the dust
Let free, your scream, if you must
It's just a speck in the dust
Your noise, your choice, your voice
It's just a speck in the dust
Be free and scream, if just
Until The Cutter comes home

When every scum has a platform
It's not a privilege, it's a right
They keep on breeding
But once your deleted
It's out of body
Out of sight

You keep on running from me
You keep on running from me
You keep on running from me
Whatchu keep running for
You keep on running from me
You keep on running from me
You keep on running from me
You can' t keep running

The Cutters home
To take your soul
To put you back
Where you belong
To fuck you all
Let's take a good look at you

Daddy's home