(c) 2011

(I gotta say)
Honestly, when you look at me,
It’s like a gun goes off
Deep inside of me.

I can hardly move,
I can barely breath
Near your features.

(The trouble is)
It’s just so obvious,
I still see all the lines
Of surgery remnants

Where you cut away,
Left your flaws behind
In the ether.

Face of puzzle pieces
That don’t fit together.
Puzzle pieces
That don’t fit together.

It's never right,
And you just can't move on.
You can’t decide
Take away or put on
Your design.

But you won’t stop working
masterpiece
In the flesh.

It’s your puzzle.
It’s your puzzle.

The doctor’s hands
Carry out the plans
To take you all apart
And put you back again.

Your face is canvas
And your own body serves
As your easle.

It’s just so hard to quit,
When you’re hooked on it,
You’re just a junkie
Craving one more plastic fix

Keep you up to date
With all the latest trends
Of the seasons

Face of puzzle pieces
That don’t fit together.
Puzzle pieces
That don’t fit together.

It's never right,
And you just can’t move on.
You can’t decide
Take away or put on.
Your design.

But you won’t stop working
masterpiece
In the flesh.

It’s your puzzle.
It’s your puzzle.