Lyric Surgery

"It s not supposed to be fair
It s not supposed to care
It s not supposed to be free
It s taken part of me

It doesn t hear compromise
It tells you all its lies
It says on minute to stay
It pushes you away

Light the torch and breathe
Cook some more for me
Re-up and then
We ll do it again

It rips your soul to shreds
It s changing all that s in your head
It s swelling up your wounded heart
It s just about to start

It will work out fine
It s mastered dishing out all the lines
It carries needles, guns, and knives
It enters little lives

You think it s too late now
All you can think is more somehow
Just light the torch and take it in
It s all you need again

You say it works out fine
You ve finished dishing out all the lines
Now you carry guns, needles, and knives
You ruin little lives"