CENSORED lyrics

Curse that needle
Safety pin
Mutilated
Hideous skin

Now it’s burning
More than my mind
A violated
Frankenstein

Now I wanna see inside and be adored
By Wilkinson’s Sword

I’m at the doctor, I’m 16 years old
I don’t know what came over me
I’m rooting through all of the supply cabinets
The label read “Disposable Scalpels”
Like I had found a rare kind of gemstone
Or when I first started cutting myself at church
A secret thing I had all to myself

I loved those dumb miniature scalpels
And took them in my handbag and took ‘em everywhere I gone
Is it so wrong
To want a little warmth from your own wet red blanket?