Lyrics The Specialist - We Cut Corners

The Specialist

While I’m alive
Will he treat me right?
If he’s so inclined
Will he give me time
To be what I can be?
And when I die
Will he give my eyes
To the blind?
Will he give my mind
To psychiatry?
Do I look relaxed?
If I ever get
To see the backs
Of panic attacks
That would please me much
Do I look lost
Like a cartoon Christ
Upon the cross?
Crying because
All of his friends just watch
But of all of the people
I’ve ever met
From the gods of the underground
To the plains of the internet
You embody humanity
You embellish it best
You are my favourite one
You are the specialist
I theorise
To bleary eyes
And bloody nose
I presuppose
A male identity
Oh boy oh boy
My paranoia and my shameful
Schadenfreude
Keep me company
I lack the nuance
To undo
My human wants
I could do it once
But now I lack belief
Within my grasp
Are things that help
The time to pass
God-given aspirin
Gives me some relief
But of all of the people
I’ve ever met
From the gods of the underground
To the plains of the internet
You embody humanity
You embellish it best
You are my favourite one
You are the specialist
But of all of the people
I’ve ever met
From the gods of the underground
To the plains of the internet
You embody humanity
You embellish it best
You are my favourite one
But of all of the people
I’ve ever met
From the gods of the underground
To the plains of the internet
You embody humanity
You embellish it best
You are my favourite one
You are the specialist
You are the specialist