A Hatchet, A Hatchet - Joy Electric

Butchered to be left in parts

Disregard, labeled odd

Brain preserved in testing jars

Then forgot

Typical condition, tape the arms

Stitch the eyes shut

All for blood, all four walls

What to follow?

A hatchet, to the corners of your heart

Drawn toward the cutlery

Have to go, have to go

Carve your shame by incision, precision

Description, prescription

When to rest, when to unrest

Where to find different sorts

Other recourse?

A hatchet, to the corners of your heart

Have begun to become, to be used

I’ve misspoken

Have no thoughts of my own

Mimic those, I have worshiped

A hatchet, to the corners of your heart