When I look in the mirror, I see a body full of spare parts
I want to get going, but I don't know where to start
If I could get through this ribcage, I'd give you my heart
The smell of disinfectants, pure intoxication,
Just adding one more overstimulation,
Got to keep it together as I take it all apart,
If I could get through this ribcage, I'd give you my heart