Sculptor - Fein

Living my dreams in the age of the Surgeon

Cover my eyes, navigate with my hands

Keep it clean, not a trace of emotion

I’ll be beautiful, wait 'til the bruises are gone

Look at us now

Peel off my skin

Stitch it back up

Where I wish it had been

Staple me, baby

Yeah, staple me good

Make me so pretty

Like you promised you would

Oh, what a time to find yourself living in

Hell, we are living in

Any price to be young again

Oh, all my life I’ve had a fear of dying

Aging and dying

Any price to be young again

Living my dreams in the age of the sculptor

Gonna require a little more of my blood

Honey, I’m not afraid of the needles

I’ll be beautiful no matter what it costs

Look at us now

Make me look thin

Stitch me back up

How you wish I had been

Staple me, baby

Yeah, staple me good

I’ll love my body when you say that I should

Oh, what a time to find yourself living in

Hell, we are living in

Any price to be young again

Oh, all my life I’ve had a fear of dying

Aging and dying

Any price to be young again

Oh, what a time to find yourself living in

Hell, we are living in

Any price to be young again

Oh, all my life I’ve had a fear of dying

Aging and dying

Any price to be young again