Edgar Blood - Butcher's Paper Lyrics

So lay me on the cutting board and cut what you don't need
My heart and soul, what makes me me, til you're left with a pile of meat
This string of thoughts is causing knots, use your cleaver to sever
It's severe but clever, the ties that tie us together
So wrap me in your arms
Even if I have none
Tendon and sinew
Can you spare a few?
And though our love's diseased
You hate me piece by piece
You splay me down from crown to rump, for the world to see
You're precise with a knife and the daggers that you stare at me
I guess this is what I get for sticking out my neck
I would you use my voice to scream, but y'dun took that from me
So wrap me in your arms
Even if I have none
Tendon and sinew
Can you spare a few?
And though our love's diseased
You hate me piece by piece