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
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 settled in to 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
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