Testo Scissors
Testo 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
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 I'm desperate to be seen
I'm petrified of being perceived
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 desperate to be seen
I'm petrified of being perceived
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
Sever the parts of myself I let fester, and turn into hell
Numb and anaesthetised, 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
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
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 I'm desperate to be seen
I'm petrified of being perceived
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 desperate to be seen
I'm petrified of being perceived
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
Sever the parts of myself I let fester, and turn into hell
Numb and anaesthetised, 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
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