Wilkinson's Sword

Curse that needle

Safety pin

Mutilated

Hideous skin

Now it's burning

More than my mind

A violated

Frankenstein

Now I wanna see inside and be adored

By Wilkinson's Sword

I'm at the doctor, I'm 16 years old

I don't know what came over me

I'm rooting through all of the supply cabinets

The label read Disposable Scalpels

Like I had found a rare kind of gemstone

Or when I first started cutting myself at church

A secret thing I had all to myself

I loved those dumb miniature scalpels

And took them in my handbag and took em everywhere I gone

Is it so wrong

To want a little warmth from your own wet red blanket?