Sunday, Apr. 10, 2005 / 5:28 p.m.
Cut Open

Cut me open
Root around inside
Try to find
The cause of all this pain

Something must've rotted long ago
Don't you smell that smell
It stinks of death in here
Time to call the undertaker

No need for a funeral
Cause there's no one to mourn
And who needs the flowers anyway
Just shoot it out of a cannon
Launch it into the sea
Finally gone, finally free.