i got cut

oh, i got cut, yeah, sew me up, i got cut, but it's what i want, cut me up, cut me up, cut me up, yeah, all these old men won't die too soon, flesh balloons still waving their arms around and, slipping over the sides, closing my eyes, making room, oh, for somebody else, oh, i got cut, yeah, sew me up, i got cut, yeah, it's what i want, cut me up, cut me up, cut me up, yeah, family planning, free chelsea manning, and all the kids crushed in canning from above, and fade like vapors, you actual traitors, to the ones you say you love, yeah, i got cut, yeah, sew me up, i got cut, yeah, it's what i want, i got cut, now sew me up, i got cut, yeah, it's what i want, you try to tie us up, but we're free as fuck, try to tie us up, but we're free, yeah