Arts and Crafts Lyrics

So if I got a new face will I love me more

My knees are growing weak and my feet are sore

I tried to make things right but I was wanting more

I'll rearrange my skin till I'm dead on the floor

So I'll cut, cut, cut away

Until I'm feeling satisfied

Thud, thud, drop the weight

Still not enough in my eyes

I'll cut, cut, cut away

Until I'm feeling satisfied

Still not enough, still not enough

Still not enough in my eyes

I'll distort and contort till I'm a masterpiece

No more concern for whether it's bad for me

All the torture gonna be worth it in the grander scheme

Chop, slice and cut until I'm art

Arts and crafts take apart my flesh

Canvas covered in the color red

I'm my biggest critic I won't be perfect

Mutilating what I'll never fix

Arts and crafts take apart my flesh

Canvas covered in the color red

I'm my biggest critic I won't be perfect

Mutilating what I'll never fix

I can't stand what I see in my reflection

Why can't it disappear

Take a knife and I get to dissecting

Punch a hole through the fucking mirror

Lose it all

Let it fall

Pieces of my misery they're up on the wall

My skin crawls

Watch it sprawl

Lose by any means I'll watch the numbers drop

So I'll cut, cut, cut away

Until I'm feeling satisfied

Thud, thud, drop the weight

Still not enough in my eyes

I'll cut, cut, cut away

Until I'm feeling satisfied

Still not enough, still not enough

Still not enough in my eyes