Torso Boy and Other Tales

Got a papercut, now I struggle to play Didn't like the left arm too much anyway There goes another one We do what must be done even through the pain, that's Why they're calling you torso boy Why they're calling you torso boy Why they're calling you torso boy (Stupid bastard) Why they're calling you torso boy (You've got no arms left) Why they're calling you torso boy (You stupid bastard) Why they're calling you torso boy (You've got no arms left to fight) Ever quick to sever it Bet you think you're clever, it's Why the nomenclature's torso boy You can't chance it making you lame Amputate before it gets twisted You can't dance, you won't be the same But a lifetime can't be spent risking And I never realize I don't have any ground below my feet Till I look down and it's too late And I am running out of fucking signs to hold up As I plummet to my death again As I plummet to my death again Should I be concerned that even though you were doing it as a joke I still cried anyway? And by the way, I knew it was him the whole time, you're not a very good liar Then again, I guess neither is he But tell me, what did you expect, my friend? Oh, tell me, what did you expect, my friend? Tell me! I've died a thousand and one ways You're just a thousand and two So come on, guilt me! is that Really the best you can do? 'Cause you were never the cloud And I was never the flower Don't fucking piss on my leg And say it's April showers 'Cause I am un-f*ck-with-able, I dare you to try I am un-f*ck-with-able, So tell me a lie I am un-f*ck-with-able, So get me to cry I am un-f*ck-with-able, I dare you to try I'm not gonna regret this am I? I can already feel the phantom pain again Maybe then My body's your bedframe, take me home My body's your bedframe, take me home My body's your bedframe, take me home My body's your bedframe, take me home with you Take me home with you