Taxidermy Video (MV)

Why is it that every time I sit down
I don't want to get up
(I don't want to get up)
My limbs are tied to strings
But my master is lazy
(Why is he lazy?)
Some scissors would be perfect
But I don't really own them

Stitch up the patches
Where my stuffing's showing
(Stitch it up)
My dress is falling off
But I'm sure you can fix it
(Why doesn't he fix it)
Some pants would be nice
But I don't really own them
(Why don't I own them?)

I was a moth
Tied to the flame
And my wings were torn
Your taxidermy to display
And I was a bird
With my feathers cut

His smile is made of syrup
He touches me lovingly
And the blankets don't cover
The colors he left on me
My hands are still shaking
But I don't really own own them
I don't really own own them