Lyrics Sculptor - Fein

Sculptor

Living my dreams in the age of the Surgeon
Cover my eyes, navigate with my hands
Keep it clean, not a trace of emotion
I’ll be beautiful, wait 'til the bruises are gone
Look at us now
Peel off my skin
Stitch it back up
Where I wish it had been
Staple me, baby
Yeah, staple me good
Make me so pretty
Like you promised you would
Oh, what a time to find yourself living in
Hell, we are living in
Any price to be young again
Oh, all my life I’ve had a fear of dying
Aging and dying
Any price to be young again
Living my dreams in the age of the sculptor
Gonna require a little more of my blood
Honey, I’m not afraid of the needles
I’ll be beautiful no matter what it costs
Look at us now
Make me look thin
Stitch me back up
How you wish I had been
Staple me, baby
Yeah, staple me good
I’ll love my body when you say that I should
Oh, what a time to find yourself living in
Hell, we are living in
Any price to be young again
Oh, all my life I’ve had a fear of dying
Aging and dying
Any price to be young again
Oh, what a time to find yourself living in
Hell, we are living in
Any price to be young again
Oh, all my life I’ve had a fear of dying
Aging and dying
Any price to be young again