Cut me up buttercup
Until I'm bloody
Stitch me up for the silver screen
I wanna be somebody
Unreel to reality
So burn all the acetate
Rewrite all the memories
Because you made me a mannequin
A puppet to use
Not even death can settle the score
I'm holding my breath going under
I won the battle but you won the war
Who's gonna be next to the slaughter?
A blade through the chest cut straight to the core
Just like an edit you
Left on the cutting room floor
On the cutting room floor
Dark age is coming
The empire has fallen
All gods has left us
There's no use ignoring
Digital enemy
Stolen identity
Erase my history
What beautiful misery
Let's watch it burn
(I'm holding my breath going under)
(Who's gonna be next to the slaughter?)
Not even death can settle the score
I'm holding my breath going under
I won the battle but you won the war
Who's gonna be next to the slaughter?
Im fighting for breath, Im begging for more (I'm holding my breath going under)
Just give the me the strength to walk out the door (Who's gonna be next to the slaughter?)
The time that we spend was wasted for sure (I'm holding my breath going under)
Your toxic disease, unclean and impure
Just like an edit you
Left on the cutting room floor
