The Cutter

Lyrics

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