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Burying the hatchet
where it never makes a sound.
You can find it six feet under
decomposing in the ground.

Call me up a doctor
'Cause these idle hands do as they please
They obey no master
Take them from me, call a doctor

These hands are my burden,
Better put them on the shelf.
Oh, I swear I need a surgeon,
Won't you make me something else?

Let them try again to fix me,
You can't tame the wrath inside.
I wonder how the Jekyll coped
To know he was the Hyde

Call me up a doctor
'Cause my brain is set to overload
It obeys the monster,
Take it from me, call a doctor.

My brain is my burden,
Better put it on the shelf,
Oh, I swear I need a surgeon,
Scratch this version of myself.

Yeah, these hands are my burden,
Better put them on the shelf.
Oh, I swear I need a surgeon,
Won't you make me something else?

Death is the distraction,
We began inside this trap
And it's all a chain reaction,
Don't get settle in too fast.

Silence all the voices,
They're competing in my head,
I think it's time to meet my maker,
I have no control

Yeah, these hands are my burden,
Better put them on the shelf.
Oh, I swear I need a surgeon,
Won't you make me something else?

My brain is my burden,
Better put it on the shelf,
Oh, I swear I need a surgeon,
Scratch this version of myself.

Woah X3

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