Molded Doll

The carved out part of my heart is peeling back with blood
You, the doctor stand aside and watch my veins begin to flood
All the while grinning, smiling at your severed work of art
The broken body of a shattered life is playing the scripted part

Well I don't want to be a victim of your hard tongue any longer
So let me off this operating table, build me up to be stronger
I want freedom from your cruel hands that over-power me with hate
This is not where I want to be, this cannot be my fate

So if inside your soul, there is a spec of truth and caring
You will let me out of this hospital of broken lives with voices blaring
The implants you've put in me to make me numb
Are starting to pierce my skull, I can't tell where they're coming from

Please, have some mercy on a soul that feels such pain
Let this black blood drain from my cold and flowing vein

The with-drawl inside of me is making my mind thick
The thought of your tools inside me makes my stomach sick
Give me back my body... just the way it was before the disaster
Because I will not be your molded doll... your useless plaster