Текст песни Arts and Crafts - Kenzii

So if I got a new face will I love me more
My knees are growing weak and my feet are sore
I tried to make things right but I was wanting more
I'll rearrange my skin till I'm dead on the floor

So I'll cut, cut, cut away
Until I'm feeling satisfied
Thud, thud, drop the weight
Still not enough in my eyes
I'll cut, cut, cut away
Until I'm feeling satisfied
Still not enough, still not enough
Still not enough in my eyes

I'll distort and contort till I'm a masterpiece
No more concern for whether it's bad for me
All the torture gonna be worth it in the grander scheme
Chop, slice and cut until I'm art

Arts and crafts take apart my flesh
Canvas covered in the color red
I'm my biggest critic I won't be perfect
Mutilating what I'll never fix
Arts and crafts take apart my flesh
Canvas covered in the color red
I'm my biggest critic I won't be perfect
Mutilating what I'll never fix

I can't stand what I see in my reflection
Why can't it disappear
Take a knife and I get to dissecting
Punch a hole through the fucking mirror
Lose it all
Let it fall
Pieces of my misery they're up on the wall
My skin crawls
Watch it sprawl
Lose by any means I'll watch the numbers drop

So I'll cut, cut, cut away
Until I'm feeling satisfied
Thud, thud, drop the weight
Still not enough in my eyes
I'll cut, cut, cut away
Until I'm feeling satisfied
Still not enough, still not enough
Still not enough in my eyes