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The scalpel makes the incision

Deep and precise

Your words cut straight to bone

And I fall, feeling so exposed

And you don't know how it feels

Said, you don't know how it feels

Not a clue to how it numbs



Crack the ribs

Watch the heart beat

With the weight of sin

Delaying the rhythm

If you could see within them

You would see inside of me



Never have I been rejected

Yet, I'm never not depressed

Feeling is repressed deep

In some so-called ball of nerves

Said, some saw me in a ball of nerves

They walked away and it hurt



Though you did, you never saw me like that

Threw out your web before the ebb drew me out

Stopping my world then and there

You exposed me to love



Crack the ribs

Watch the heart beat

With the weight of sin

Delaying the rhythm

If you could see within them

You would see inside of me



The scalpel makes the decision

Your hands grasped my lifeless heart

And with them you pinched the artery closed