Slightly Used

Crawling through my doorway, desperation gripping tight Bodies shaking and circuits misfiring To my haven they come, when they've got nowhere else to go I stitch them up, rerouting their wiring. I'm here to help! Through night and day I toil away Their burdens I allay Truly, I'm here to help you! I'm a painter with a razor, my skill an art, it's what you need Turning sorrow into sculpture, where the old self used to bleed You came to me, a fractured being, a ghost in aching skin Carving out the past, I forge the new, let your transformation begin For a small pittance, I'll set you free Your dark days could be over It's as cheap as it gets, as easy as can be And your flesh won't be leftover! Waste not, want not I'm a pragmatic man, oh yes The lowest rate, I sell it straight Parts slightly used, and sold for less I'm a painter with a razor, my skill an art, it's what you need Turning sorrow into sculpture, where the old self used to bleed You came to me, a fractured being, a ghost in aching skin Carving out the past, I forge the new, let your transformation begin A soldier who can't forget A depressed man who's deep in debt A lover who begged me to carve out his heart I'll make you feel nothing; it's a brand new start I'm a painter with a razor, my skill an art, it's what you need Turning sorrow into sculpture, where the old self used to bleed You came to me, a fractured being, a ghost in aching skin Carving out the past, I forge the new, let your transformation begin